My mind fills with the thought of you
Best friends and we've come to terms with the tension we've built
after all of these years
In the process of becoming everything we've ever wanted to be
My heart races and my lungs fill with flowers
I will continue to wait to have you completely
but until then I will sit in the empty void of question
Is this reality?
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
My mind fills with the thought of you
Best friends and we've come to terms with the tension we've built
after all of these years
In the process of becoming everything we've ever wanted to be
My heart races and my lungs fill with flowers
I will continue to wait to have you completely
but until then I will sit in the empty void of question
Is this reality?
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