My scarf wound around your wrist,
Your favourite cap I wear,
You know the meaning behind my words the world calls crazy,
I keep your secrets,
You know the girl who lies beneath all my smiles and blushes,
I know the boy who hides behind subtle talks and incomplete conversations,
You look at me and it just feels so right,
I see you smile and wonder how could people be so cruel to stab you with knives,
You whisper to me the words you hear the winds speaking,
I tell you about the messages the other side of the moon gives,
Yeah, we go on long rides on the ocean,
And then we together, run with the wolves and chase the stars,
Some call it madness, we call it love,
Because when you saw me crying alone on the bus stop,
You took me home, you made me everything I could not see day dreams about,
We found each other and universes we could never fathom came true,
A place we made together, a place called here,
It is inside you, it exists within me,
And whenever we are together or whenever we may be apart,
It gives us the fire, to live, to love,
And it can never go grey.
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A sanctuary of thoughts
PoetryA compilation of poems from the heart of a seventeen year old girl wanting to be heard
