I don't remember when I learned how to speak or even
drink
Yet, these thirsty lips always run to their words
-clinging to each syllable like a child to it's mother
But this time it's different
I'd whisper how while we kiss
but for the first time I have no words.
I don't remember the first time I heard your name
maybe, I just knew...
Funny,
it seems these days and long nights its all these love drunk lips are stumbling on.
and that's why
this time it's different.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
I don't remember when I learned how to speak or even
drink
Yet, these thirsty lips always run to their words
-clinging to each syllable like a child to it's mother
But this time it's different
I'd whisper how while we kiss
but for the first time I have no words.
I don't remember the first time I heard your name
maybe, I just knew...
Funny,
it seems these days and long nights its all these love drunk lips are stumbling on.
and that's why
this time it's different.
