The language of heart<3

ONE DIRECTION

One day, some boys sang that I was insecure
With that I walked into an inescapable room
Where I found friends from millions of strangers.
With that five boys being themselves
Became the source of my happiness


I stayed up all night for them
Memories were made in the am with them
Five turned to four
All those midnight memories turned painful
Now I just want them to take me home again



For us They were five happy birds
Perched together in a branch
One had to fly away
For us to see the gun pointed their way
For us to see past the happy mask they wore

Like everyone else they also left me
But unlike others they gave me a promise
A thin thread of trust I am still holding
How long can 18 months be?
Is it longer than 8 years?