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Oct 2015
So I find your door
All broken down
And I tap it gently,
Loud enough to say that I knocked,
But quiet enough
To walk in without an invite.
I see you on your knees
Then look down to the floor,
Where I find the place is a mess
Just like you say it is inside of your head.
Whilst I ponder over what's going on;
I find you.

You look bruised and burned
And claim you wonder why I bother,
But I don't care
As long as I get to have you here.
Even when your words are ice cold
I can still feel the fire in your soul,
So it doesn't matter what you speak
As it doesn't matter what you preach.
I'm learning you like my favourite song,
So that I can and I do this;
I find you.

I find you;
And I do as a child finds the alphabets letters;
The beans in the soup;
The sauce in the ketchup bottle.
I care and I want you.
Without a master plan,
I still try and make you confide,
Even though it doesn't always work.
This much so,
That it resorts to screaming
All the jumbled up words
That we may have learned.
As surely as it is
Dark in the night
And light in the day;
I find you.

And I will always try to find you,
If it's the first and last thing I do everyday.
So you should not worry,
For if you get lost
I will find you.
I don't care if it involves
Wasting my own life away;
For you, my love,
I will find you,
Just to keep you warm
And kiss you hello and goodbye.
Chloe's Not An Angel
Written by
Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
(23/F/UK)   
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