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We pressed our palms together And my fingertips Grazed a third of yours You wrapped your thumb And little finger Around my wrist And said that you could come To my wedding Mine couldn't reach Around yours I should have seen Straight away We made promises Under falling Purple flowers That kept getting stuck in my hair Using the curves In our pinkies Instead of our souls And we thought it would be enough To use our hands To make a heart Representing our love Couldn't we see It was uneven? When our words Were too much Erasing the maps To our minds We would reach out Coming closer Drifting apart Why didn't we notice Our bodies Not lying beside our shadows Underneath your cracking window
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Hands
We pressed our palms together And my fingertips Grazed a third of yours You wrapped your thumb And little finger Around my wrist And said that you could come To my wedding Mine couldn't reach Around yours I should have seen Straight away We made promises Under falling Purple flowers That kept getting stuck in my hair Using the curves In our pinkies Instead of our souls And we thought it would be enough To use our hands To make a heart Representing our love Couldn't we see It was uneven? When our words Were too much Erasing the maps To our minds We would reach out Coming closer Drifting apart Why didn't we notice Our bodies Not lying beside our shadows Underneath your cracking window
#love#promises#hands#longing#touch#pretending
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summerbaran
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
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