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I'm writing this on the first of June Hoping that maybe, just maybe This isn't what I see I see your eyes and how they shine While looking straight at me My eyes they shine, no more I see your lips speak candied things In hopes of honey-suckled rings My lips taste sweet, no more I see your hands lacing through mine And tingles running down your spine My hands fit in, no more I see your smiles like city lights Igniting dark and quiet nights My smiles ignite, no more I see your heart it beats for me It's beating wildly, I could see But mine it beats, no more I'm writing this on the first of June Hoping that maybe, just maybe This isn't what I see— But sorry baby I could see— We're going out of tune.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Out of Tune
I'm writing this on the first of June Hoping that maybe, just maybe This isn't what I see I see your eyes and how they shine While looking straight at me My eyes they shine, no more I see your lips speak candied things In hopes of honey-suckled rings My lips taste sweet, no more I see your hands lacing through mine And tingles running down your spine My hands fit in, no more I see your smiles like city lights Igniting dark and quiet nights My smiles ignite, no more I see your heart it beats for me It's beating wildly, I could see But mine it beats, no more I'm writing this on the first of June Hoping that maybe, just maybe This isn't what I see— But sorry baby I could see— We're going out of tune.
Off-key.
#love#fading#changing#uncertainty
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heymikeeey
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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