Couldn't miss a rose I never had
Nostalgic for that island on my floor
The smallness that was only ever ours
You burning alive but that warmth was so tender
Tenderness you'll never know the depths of
Fiercely tender
I would devour my own soul to wake up in your arms each morning
But I wake up with the sun
Rushing to keep up with dreams
Sleep is for the sweet
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
Couldn't miss a rose I never had
Nostalgic for that island on my floor
The smallness that was only ever ours
You burning alive but that warmth was so tender
Tenderness you'll never know the depths of
Fiercely tender
I would devour my own soul to wake up in your arms each morning
But I wake up with the sun
Rushing to keep up with dreams
Sleep is for the sweet
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