muffled by the sound of
slippers on a wood floor
feet tangled and we’re stumbling
praying on my front step
made fire of a winter
wonder if we’ll get home
even if we let go
i think i’ll keep you closer
honey floating in our eyes
i’m sorry that i ever tried
soft paws fox hands we try to cry
beauty that we’ll have to hide
in his eyes we are separate and he’ll cry
don’t you know that you’re mine
each day makes it hard to explain the signs
and i make mistakes all of the time
honey floating in our eyes
i’m sorry that I ever tried
soft paws fox hands we try to cry
beauty that we’ll have to hide.
1 comment:
absolute perfection.
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