Monday, August 30, 2010

Lost And Found.

Sometimes I find myself hiding
because I'm secretly hoping 
someone will be lonely without me and come find me
lost to be found
leaving because all I want is you to open your eyes
and ask me to turn around
I've learned silence speaks out loud
it's voice is the loudest kind of sound
you can always hear me but it's impossible to get someone to 
actually listen 
sometimes I find myself bent over backwards
but I never break 
wanting to sleep, but keeping myself awake
and I'm lost because I want to be found 
I want someone to miss me 
to be lonely
and come find me. 

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