Your face is framed in memories my mind refuses to forget
I look into your eyes and instantly I’m in the middle of it
On top of the tallest building, inside of our favorite bridge
Wearing a salt stained gown 5 sizes too big
Your eyes bore into mine and I try not to shy away
I dig deep trying to find the words to say
I miss you; I love you; I dreamt about you last night
Words escape my mouth but don’t feel right
My words can’t move you or make you real
Instead you stay in your frame, not knowing how I feel
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
Your face is framed in memories my mind refuses to forget
I look into your eyes and instantly I’m in the middle of it
On top of the tallest building, inside of our favorite bridge
Wearing a salt stained gown 5 sizes too big
Your eyes bore into mine and I try not to shy away
I dig deep trying to find the words to say
I miss you; I love you; I dreamt about you last night
Words escape my mouth but don’t feel right
My words can’t move you or make you real
Instead you stay in your frame, not knowing how I feel
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