Your words are music to my ears
My broken soul's reprise
A chansonette to ****** my fears
I miss your perfect eyes
When you looked into mine
& gazed into my soul,
you saw the gaping hole
inside of my chest
where your head used to rest
I still breathe, you still live
These dreams are all I have to give
I dream of books stacked by the hundreds
& lips itching to meet with skin
Where hours are minutes and roses are rings
I don't know why I dream of these things
And secrets were spilled, but never were tears
And our love filled the void of a lonely three years
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Your words are music to my ears
My broken soul's reprise
A chansonette to ****** my fears
I miss your perfect eyes
When you looked into mine
& gazed into my soul,
you saw the gaping hole
inside of my chest
where your head used to rest
I still breathe, you still live
These dreams are all I have to give
I dream of books stacked by the hundreds
& lips itching to meet with skin
Where hours are minutes and roses are rings
I don't know why I dream of these things
And secrets were spilled, but never were tears
And our love filled the void of a lonely three years
