contagious-life (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} contagious_life) wrote,@ 2009-07-06 22:34:00 |
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FTB.
I know I'm not perfect. I'm not the trophy, or medal somebody carries a black and white photograph of, parched and crumpled inside the plastic clear casing of a wallet pocket.
I am not a heart shaped locket.
I am not a face, picked out of the crowd. The crowd over comes me, it swallows me whole.
I read through my old thoughts about you.
I got scared, I closed it off.
Now I'm home, or as close as home comes.
And the electricity is overbearing. It's consuming me, and filling me with light.
Realization.
What if you never come back?
What if...oh god. Oh...
Just hold me again.
I know I'm not perfect. I'm not the trophy, or medal somebody carries a black and white photograph of, parched and crumpled inside the plastic clear casing of a wallet pocket.
I am not a heart shaped locket.
I am not a face, picked out of the crowd. The crowd over comes me, it swallows me whole.
I read through my old thoughts about you.
I got scared, I closed it off.
Now I'm home, or as close as home comes.
And the electricity is overbearing. It's consuming me, and filling me with light.
Realization.
What if you never come back?
What if...oh god. Oh...
Just hold me again.
