I pin the hope of living,
to the beautiful blue-green shine of her eyes.
That's the one place I can see myself with something other than hate.
Her grin draws me near.
Hearing the sweet sounds roll off her tongue,
I realize I can listen to my name,
And feel proud.
It's her laugh I would give my dying breath to hear.
I look into those eyes,
All I can see,
Is the warm sunset over a tropical beach.
All I can feel,
Is the warmth of your hand in mine.
And that right there is,
The thought that keeps me going through the day.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
I pin the hope of living,
to the beautiful blue-green shine of her eyes.
That's the one place I can see myself with something other than hate.
Her grin draws me near.
Hearing the sweet sounds roll off her tongue,
I realize I can listen to my name,
And feel proud.
It's her laugh I would give my dying breath to hear.
I look into those eyes,
All I can see,
Is the warm sunset over a tropical beach.
All I can feel,
Is the warmth of your hand in mine.
And that right there is,
The thought that keeps me going through the day.
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