I want to read the words you write to yourself
I want to see the pictures you paint with no one else in mind
I want to see the butterflies you dream up with eyes wide open
I want to hear the words that whisper you to sleep
I want to see who wakes you up each morning
I want to know what you see when your eyes are closed
I want to hold the hand that helps you breathe straight
I want to be the thought keeping you from jumping
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
I want to read the words you write to yourself
I want to see the pictures you paint with no one else in mind
I want to see the butterflies you dream up with eyes wide open
I want to hear the words that whisper you to sleep
I want to see who wakes you up each morning
I want to know what you see when your eyes are closed
I want to hold the hand that helps you breathe straight
I want to be the thought keeping you from jumping
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