I yelled at him,
As he was trying to open the door,
"I don't want you to see me like this..."
I went on,
I was sitting against the door,
And I knew all I needed,
Was on the other side,
But I already had shared too much,
He knew things of me no one else did,
I had told him about my dreams,
About these things I feel like I belong,
I told him that I had been strong for so long,
He knew too much,
And I trusted too little,
To little to let him inside,
When I needed someone to share the light,
Someone to bright up my day,
Someone to say that even in this messed up all,
I wasn't so messed up at all...
"Won't you please just talk to me?" he asked,
I started to talk a little shaken up and slow,
As I told him al that was on my mind,
All of the "what if's", all of the darkness and demons,
All the scars that are like tattoo's on my skin,
He said to me "well that's a good begin..."
At that point in time I realized that we all,
Every single one of the souls on this earth,
Have been broken and scarred, are stepped in our heart,
We all have stories and tears,
But he had fighted away all of my fears.
All I ever wanted was waiting for me right there,
On the other side of the door.
|The other side of the door +Taylor Swift on this pic!|
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