The light that you speak about me on
Is so bright that I am blinded
Not so often comes a frame of time
That I am not thinking about you
I'm rock climbing to your heart but
One of the pieces fell to the ground
They smeared across the floor as I watched
I didn't panic because like a diamond I'll love you to pieces
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
The light that you speak about me on
Is so bright that I am blinded
Not so often comes a frame of time
That I am not thinking about you
I'm rock climbing to your heart but
One of the pieces fell to the ground
They smeared across the floor as I watched
I didn't panic because like a diamond I'll love you to pieces
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