my heart was left
in washington
in a small town
by the sea
with your hand
in my pocket
in our hair,
the breeze
the fire dances
in your eyes
and i'll lean in to
kiss thin air
i can't feel my hands
in your hair
and i'm gripping
the sheets like they'll
keep you there
and i'm left with this
sempiternal ache
for an unanswered
plea
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
my heart was left
in washington
in a small town
by the sea
with your hand
in my pocket
in our hair,
the breeze
the fire dances
in your eyes
and i'll lean in to
kiss thin air
i can't feel my hands
in your hair
and i'm gripping
the sheets like they'll
keep you there
and i'm left with this
sempiternal ache
for an unanswered
plea
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