And something's changed,
but we're still the same,
you and me,
our hands fit just so
and I can feel your heart race
against my tired body.
It's been a few days now,
but I still feel your warmth
and taste your tears on my lips
from our evening in the car,
when for once,
I was holding you.
That night, the tables turned,
hell, the tables never cease;
but we're just the same,
we're still the same,
and our hands still lock together.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
And something's changed,
but we're still the same,
you and me,
our hands fit just so
and I can feel your heart race
against my tired body.
It's been a few days now,
but I still feel your warmth
and taste your tears on my lips
from our evening in the car,
when for once,
I was holding you.
That night, the tables turned,
hell, the tables never cease;
but we're just the same,
we're still the same,
and our hands still lock together.
I loved you yesterday.
I love you today.
I will love you tomorrow.
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