What we did was so innocent
Even when it was not innocent within itself
It still felt like it
The way you would hum a little tune as I let myself blossom
Such as a flower after a warm spring rain
For you
The way we couldn't even say the word
We came up with a code that was secretly ours that would make no sense to the outside world
Only we could understand it in our little eutopia
And now we've grown and we're not so innocent anymore
We've changed and we've gone our separate ways but now we're gravitating back
Or so it seems
I can't help but think of that blossoming flower
Of that funny little tune
And of the innocence that existed strictly between the two of us
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
What we did was so innocent
Even when it was not innocent within itself
It still felt like it
The way you would hum a little tune as I let myself blossom
Such as a flower after a warm spring rain
For you
The way we couldn't even say the word
We came up with a code that was secretly ours that would make no sense to the outside world
Only we could understand it in our little eutopia
And now we've grown and we're not so innocent anymore
We've changed and we've gone our separate ways but now we're gravitating back
Or so it seems
I can't help but think of that blossoming flower
Of that funny little tune
And of the innocence that existed strictly between the two of us
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