I can’t find you in songs or poetry
or in dreams or fantasies
I’ve lost count of the hair that falls on your face
and how you looked at me with the steadiest gaze
See with you i could’ve been anything
like the prettiest flower or boldest painting
But all you wanted was a steady hand to hold
and I’m sorry my hands shook whenever you got close
It’s ******** - time doesn’t heal all wounds
Hell, time didn’t exist with you and now without you I don’t.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
I can’t find you in songs or poetry
or in dreams or fantasies
I’ve lost count of the hair that falls on your face
and how you looked at me with the steadiest gaze
See with you i could’ve been anything
like the prettiest flower or boldest painting
But all you wanted was a steady hand to hold
and I’m sorry my hands shook whenever you got close
It’s ******** - time doesn’t heal all wounds
Hell, time didn’t exist with you and now without you I don’t.
