sometimes i think its to good to be true,
i know it sounds trite,
but everything was alright,
whenever you walked in,
you are a breath of fresh air,
but i know you much to well,
sometimes i think,
better than i know myself,
i know you'll leave,
but your heart is that of an unbound child
i dream that one day,
your heart will drink its fill,
and your lungs are finished,
that my voice will guide you home,
as your voice guided me to safety
the window is open,
the light shines in,
it goes on, and on,
but please remember dearest,
to leave my heart when you,
in hopes that one day,
it may be rejuvenated with love once lost
remember home is always near.
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