i wasn't searching for you the first time i spoke with you
in the hushed library
i am unfathomably lucky
i feel what you feel even though you have no idea
and when you glance down at your hands
i understand the loneliness
when you lay your head down
i drown in disappointment
at the moment
i'm praying that somehow i have to move with you
that way i can keep you safe from
the dreadful voices in your head as you feebly attempt
to adjust to yet another school
i know you have trouble with this
and how difficult you find it
i carry you in my heart
you are the perfect baggage
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
i wasn't searching for you the first time i spoke with you
in the hushed library
i am unfathomably lucky
i feel what you feel even though you have no idea
and when you glance down at your hands
i understand the loneliness
when you lay your head down
i drown in disappointment
at the moment
i'm praying that somehow i have to move with you
that way i can keep you safe from
the dreadful voices in your head as you feebly attempt
to adjust to yet another school
i know you have trouble with this
and how difficult you find it
i carry you in my heart
you are the perfect baggage
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