I remember our first conversations,
We built a place full of commemoration.
A place where we secretly call it our very own
the documentation of our transformation was shown
happiness was running through our body,
where our little place was hidden with caution
some days, it would feel heavenly.
Few days, it could feel like the rigorousness of the ocean
Steal little kisses and hold hands
How our eyes blink.
‘Cause we know our bloods will never understand.
What it feels like to be young and in love with no extent.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
I remember our first conversations,
We built a place full of commemoration.
A place where we secretly call it our very own
the documentation of our transformation was shown
happiness was running through our body,
where our little place was hidden with caution
some days, it would feel heavenly.
Few days, it could feel like the rigorousness of the ocean
Steal little kisses and hold hands
How our eyes blink.
‘Cause we know our bloods will never understand.
What it feels like to be young and in love with no extent.
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