Monday, October 14, 2013

Somebody that I used to know

Where did I find you? I asked
Why, I was right behind you, he said
Right behind me? Why?
So you can touch the sky

Oh, so you'll be my wings?
No, you're the kite and I hold the string.
So go ahead and fly, untethered and free
For if it gets stormy, I'll pull you right back to me.

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