You come around, unnaturally I turn my head.
These words are far from hidden.
But just like you, I can't put it to bed.
Rose in my cheeks, a skip in my heart, emotional body prison.


I feel it your rebuttal, I see it in your eyes.
Nostalgia more forgiving, conformity doesn't quite sit right.
I've lost the spark, but never more at home than by your side.
Mornings of coffee and grandeur swiftly become a bourbon filled night.

I take your hand, even in fear I know where we are going.
Your intentions are clear, emotionally grounded.
I can't stay in your eyes forever, although this feels slow motion.
You kiss me and its here my heart becomes swollen.