they barge in to you unexpectedly, when you're on your most breakdown.
they don't care if you're pathetic
if you spent a whole box of tissue to wipe away your stupid tears
if you look ugly with -what's-left-of-your-mascara- running down your cheek
or if you spend a lot of your monthly allowance on high fat snacks to accompany your moans
they're there to listen.
they don't ask you not to be you.
they're just there.
offering ears to listen.
and shoulder to cry on.
they won't say a word if you don't want to.
they will say one word that will lift you up when you need them to.
they smile
and say "everything's gonna be okay"
or they tell you the truth
and not complain if the truth they're saying will make you cry more
and keep them locked inside your pathetic world even more.
time don't keep them on schedule
so that they will leave you in the middle of your crying
or that they will cut your words down when you're confiding to them
they will be there till you're sick of them and ask them to leave
and they won't be mad at you if you do do that
because they understand.
they offer hope
and not sweet lies
and after you're awake
you won't find them anywhere near you
because they're out there,
helping another broken souls just like you
but hey, they won't leave you alone
they leave you their halo
so that when you look really closely at your upper head
you'll see it shining
and you'll know that you're not just dreaming about them.
late night imagination.
corrine may - angels in disguise playing on winamp.
no freakin' wonder.
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