Now That I Know what the color of your eyes are
from such a close distance our eyelashes tangle,
Now That I Know what your hair feels like,
silky so my hands slip through and I have to keep
weaving my fingers inandout, overandover, lest i forget
how rare a feeling it is,
Now That I Know that the same lyrics run laps in your head
and you see them written over the faces of everyone you see,
making them more beautiful for our own sake,
Now That I Know,
Please,
Don't Try To Make Me Forget
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
Now That I Know what the color of your eyes are
from such a close distance our eyelashes tangle,
Now That I Know what your hair feels like,
silky so my hands slip through and I have to keep
weaving my fingers inandout, overandover, lest i forget
how rare a feeling it is,
Now That I Know that the same lyrics run laps in your head
and you see them written over the faces of everyone you see,
making them more beautiful for our own sake,
Now That I Know,
Please,
Don't Try To Make Me Forget
