I want to be the one that makes you happy;
I know I can never make your eyes light up like that.
I want to feel your body against mine, in some perfect rhythm that orchestras can only dream about;
I know that someone else will fit your mold better than I can.
I yearn to be the one to hold your hand on chilly days set in between autumn and winter;
I'm scared that you'll let go again.
I want to love you like I never had the chance to;
I remember I won't be able to break that threshold.
I want you to be mine;
I remember that I am always yours.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
I want to be the one that makes you happy;
I know I can never make your eyes light up like that.
I want to feel your body against mine, in some perfect rhythm that orchestras can only dream about;
I know that someone else will fit your mold better than I can.
I yearn to be the one to hold your hand on chilly days set in between autumn and winter;
I'm scared that you'll let go again.
I want to love you like I never had the chance to;
I remember I won't be able to break that threshold.
I want you to be mine;
I remember that I am always yours.
It always comes back to you.
