13 August 2012
You know I'll always Be hanging on, Paused, on hold, Waiting for you As you come and go; Free, wild, a wanderer. When you're done With adventure, And you're ready To hang up irresponsibility, Shelve selfishness, I'll be the one you Can always come home to. Until then I'll keep myself Safe, in my packaging, Good as nearly-new, My heart stored in a jar, On a high shelf, Where eager hands and hearts, Can't reach, disturb my sleep. Put myself to the back Of the closet, For a rainy day, Just waiting, faded, For you to come back, Dust me down, light me up, Make me useful again.
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