I've written letter after letter
I want to poor out the contents of my heart
But it is just ink smeared on a paper
You stole my breath out of my lips and replaced it with yours.
All I can say now is "I love you"
But once those words leave my mouth
They will not be returned
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
I've written letter after letter
I want to poor out the contents of my heart
But it is just ink smeared on a paper
You stole my breath out of my lips and replaced it with yours.
All I can say now is "I love you"
But once those words leave my mouth
They will not be returned