lies my still beating heart
in a box in the drawer of a desk.
Over here
lies her still beating heart
in a jar on the closet shelf.
We'll have them forever
'cause cause no one is better
or able to be more secure.
We'll have them forever
'cause every letter we write
makes the butterflies
dance round inside.
We'll have them forever
'cause love like this doesn't
revisit or wait, you just
grab on and hold.
We'll have them forever
'cause....
No take-backs.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
lies my still beating heart
in a box in the drawer of a desk.
Over here
lies her still beating heart
in a jar on the closet shelf.
We'll have them forever
'cause cause no one is better
or able to be more secure.
We'll have them forever
'cause every letter we write
makes the butterflies
dance round inside.
We'll have them forever
'cause love like this doesn't
revisit or wait, you just
grab on and hold.
We'll have them forever
'cause....
No take-backs.
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