Thursday, April 14, 2011

my favorite book.





i was always late
you never afraid that we could be falling
all our friends would say

that maybe we should wait


but they can't see what's coming
and to this day when everything breaks
you are the anchor that holds me
and that is why we'll always make it


how i know your face
all the ways you move
you come in
i can read you, you're my favorite book
all the things you say
the way you shift your eyes
i never knew there was someone to make me come alive


when the days are long and the thunder with the storm can always get me crying
well you can make my bed, i'll fall into it


shattered but not lonely
cause i never knew a home
until i found your hands
and when i'm weathered
you come to me you're my best friend


and when you go to work
all the day i wait for you to come home
and we can have time in our little place
our little place

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