Dec 2016

And when you tell me that you love me
There is a vulnerability in your voice
An exentuation of the syllables
A focused look in your eyes
Because of the realness and density
Weighing down on that single phrase
As if you were trying wholly
To convince me that you loved me then
But nothing compared to right now
And nothing compared to tomorrow

When you tell me that you love me
I know that you mean it
I couldn't quite ever before

Written by
   Emma, Tommy, Alex Gomez, claire mk and Timothy
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