Drift now, to the safest place
Where you no longer bear the cold
Of the one you love not caring for you.
Where the burden of your failures
No longer holds you down
And is as far away as opening your eyes.
It's where loneliness turns to warmth,
Hurt turns to solace,
And the agony of longing
Turns into a mending embrace.
The fare is free, the journey is short.
All you need to do, is close your eyes
And go to sleep.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Drift now, to the safest place
Where you no longer bear the cold
Of the one you love not caring for you.
Where the burden of your failures
No longer holds you down
And is as far away as opening your eyes.
It's where loneliness turns to warmth,
Hurt turns to solace,
And the agony of longing
Turns into a mending embrace.
The fare is free, the journey is short.
All you need to do, is close your eyes
And go to sleep.
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