One Again
Every day as I put my stuff away I seem to
pick up that old ring of yours and find
myself imagining it becoming a
wedding ring and we become
one again
Every night as I fall asleep I find myself
with that old blanket of yours lying
there beside me and I start to
imagine it becoming you one
day and we become
one again
And whenever I'm alone or down I seem to
listen to what used to be our song
and start imagining us dancing
together again as the song
softly plays in the
background cause
we were just
married and
became
one again
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
One Again
Every day as I put my stuff away I seem to
pick up that old ring of yours and find
myself imagining it becoming a
wedding ring and we become
one again
Every night as I fall asleep I find myself
with that old blanket of yours lying
there beside me and I start to
imagine it becoming you one
day and we become
one again
And whenever I'm alone or down I seem to
listen to what used to be our song
and start imagining us dancing
together again as the song
softly plays in the
background cause
we were just
married and
became
one again
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