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Every now and then when my sanity flees,
When i'm not awake, and it somehow escapes me.
Your comfort is one, i can always find.
And you're there, to assure me, that this will change with time.
You don't need words to turn me around.
sometimes all it takes is merely a sound.
Your sound is what i notice always.
It's what forces me to crawl out from my safest haven.
And face the world that awaits me.
I love you like no other, i love the way you help me to shine.
You have some kind of light that never fades with time.
You never dull out, you're irredescence so strong
You never cease to amaze me, when udnerestimated you prove me wrong.
And i love that you accept me, every strength, every flaw.
What's best is that you heal me, when i'm bloody and almost gone.
When the world has had their laughs, leaving be broken and ripped apart.
You can always get the through it, and mend what's been torn from the start.
But again, this all means nothing, because though you are my constant, my life.
Words can't do anything, it's not something i can verbalize.
Because when my words fail me, and i can't tell anyone what's real.
You're the one that speaks for me, to tell them how i feel.
You're music, sweet, beautiful music.
When i'm not awake, and it somehow escapes me.
Your comfort is one, i can always find.
And you're there, to assure me, that this will change with time.
You don't need words to turn me around.
sometimes all it takes is merely a sound.
Your sound is what i notice always.
It's what forces me to crawl out from my safest haven.
And face the world that awaits me.
I love you like no other, i love the way you help me to shine.
You have some kind of light that never fades with time.
You never dull out, you're irredescence so strong
You never cease to amaze me, when udnerestimated you prove me wrong.
And i love that you accept me, every strength, every flaw.
What's best is that you heal me, when i'm bloody and almost gone.
When the world has had their laughs, leaving be broken and ripped apart.
You can always get the through it, and mend what's been torn from the start.
But again, this all means nothing, because though you are my constant, my life.
Words can't do anything, it's not something i can verbalize.
Because when my words fail me, and i can't tell anyone what's real.
You're the one that speaks for me, to tell them how i feel.
You're music, sweet, beautiful music.
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Permalink Reply by Erin B. Tryka on -
Wow! I love this Ashley! Keep writing... I am very proud of you ;o)
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Permalink Reply by Ashley Pagano on -
Thank you so much!
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