When I get back I’m going to be a new breed
Something worth holding, someone you need
A light all on its own
A self-contained network of happiness
Don’t miss out on the flow
The flow of my love has no end
like yours did, lets not pretend.
I'm saying I’m coming back.
And if you miss me,
well baby, you miss me.
And then I’m never coming back.
Even though this is five
Even though this is five years old, It is amazing and hits home. It's familiar. I loved It.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.