I suppose similarities and smiles aren't quite enough to string the thought of each other around our wrists.
Countless thoughts of you are taken.
All of the eloquence, all of the conversation.
My thoughts of you are whispering me small ideas I don't know to analyze.
I suppose each single hesitant breath is ok.
Oh, my unsure mind.
Sunlight is blinding the beautiful view.
Maybe the sunlight will gently tie these strings around our wrists.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 1:32 PM UTC
I suppose similarities and smiles aren't quite enough to string the thought of each other around our wrists.
Countless thoughts of you are taken.
All of the eloquence, all of the conversation.
My thoughts of you are whispering me small ideas I don't know to analyze.
I suppose each single hesitant breath is ok.
Oh, my unsure mind.
Sunlight is blinding the beautiful view.
Maybe the sunlight will gently tie these strings around our wrists.
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