As I lay here I feel safe still in your arms
This is the silent war I'm waging
You put the same uniform on
And fight on too
I can't help but wait
But it won't be forever ...
There's something about the day
And stale conversation that makes me
Know exactly what it was all for
I try to explain it
When they don't understand it
I know
It's right
I travel in crowds
With out you I'm alone
I lost my best friend
If I wrote a love poem
It would be about losing that
My soul is the needle to your
Unstitched thread
If you never come back
I'll manage
But not whole as I once stood
you carry the best parts of me
Where ever you are
Where Ever you stand
I was lucky just to know you
Just to sit with you
And you can read years and years back of everything I ever wrote
That I never felt like this
So you know it's real
This might not be the most beautiful letter
But it's the most true
And it will be in 50 years .
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