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And to be here is to truly leave. I sound like madness, But touch me and you will feel it too Breathe me in and you will smell the desperation in my goodbye. I am goodbye I will never be "come home" I will never be safe More flight risk than shore More star than moon You will never find yourself here. I will never find myself here. And I'm starting to think "here" is everywhere And happy is gone as soon as I stepped foot here, When I first put down book for friends When I became scared of men. Maybe it was when he died Maybe it was when he left Maybe it was when you said you loved me as you cradled her... Maybe leaving is my "hello" And goodbye is my "I love you" Maybe I am confused Maybe I am terrified I don't know how to be here In this extrovert, overzealous world. And I hate the way the sun hides everything And I can only come at night. You are more than 2am You are breakfast in bed And daydreams in classrooms If I ever decided to be here I would need you next to me... You could be my nature My near by Tintern Abbey... I'll show you my hurricane.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Manic Ramblings of a girl (part Tintern Abbey/part Hurricane)
And to be here is to truly leave. I sound like madness, But touch me and you will feel it too Breathe me in and you will smell the desperation in my goodbye. I am goodbye I will never be "come home" I will never be safe More flight risk than shore More star than moon You will never find yourself here. I will never find myself here. And I'm starting to think "here" is everywhere And happy is gone as soon as I stepped foot here, When I first put down book for friends When I became scared of men. Maybe it was when he died Maybe it was when he left Maybe it was when you said you loved me as you cradled her... Maybe leaving is my "hello" And goodbye is my "I love you" Maybe I am confused Maybe I am terrified I don't know how to be here In this extrovert, overzealous world. And I hate the way the sun hides everything And I can only come at night. You are more than 2am You are breakfast in bed And daydreams in classrooms If I ever decided to be here I would need you next to me... You could be my nature My near by Tintern Abbey... I'll show you my hurricane.
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CoronaChaiLove
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
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