In the palm of your hand is where I would rest my head and dream of our love that we once had ..
On the corner of your lips is where I want to rest mine ,breathe in your dreams that dance with mine.
In the core of your heart is where I want to rest mine, I shall trust for you to keep it safe even when we are dying .
In the brown of your eyes is where I want to rest my blue . How I wish we had a giant brush to repaint our life's through .
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 5:01 AM UTC
In the palm of your hand is where I would rest my head and dream of our love that we once had ..
On the corner of your lips is where I want to rest mine ,breathe in your dreams that dance with mine.
In the core of your heart is where I want to rest mine, I shall trust for you to keep it safe even when we are dying .
In the brown of your eyes is where I want to rest my blue . How I wish we had a giant brush to repaint our life's through .
