Curly hair that tangles within my finger tips
Glasses that magnify into my eyes, seeking my soul as you bite my lip
Hands that not only play the guitar, but grip my hips and never let me go far
Arms that wrap me up and tie me down
You cover my mouth so I don’t make a sound
You used to hold me through the night
Now its like the floor is falling and i'm losing my sight
I lost you and now I’ve lost everything
You are my heart my soul, my saving grace
Our hearts are magnets, but with same poles
Like metal umbrellas mixed with lightening bolts
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Curly hair that tangles within my finger tips
Glasses that magnify into my eyes, seeking my soul as you bite my lip
Hands that not only play the guitar, but grip my hips and never let me go far
Arms that wrap me up and tie me down
You cover my mouth so I don’t make a sound
You used to hold me through the night
Now its like the floor is falling and i'm losing my sight
I lost you and now I’ve lost everything
You are my heart my soul, my saving grace
Our hearts are magnets, but with same poles
Like metal umbrellas mixed with lightening bolts
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