I am lost again.
Lost between the pages of your favourite book.
I can see us between the lines.
You, the gentleman filled with magic and heroism.
Me, the lady you're falling in love with, but know you'll loose.
And somehow they will be the sweetest tears.
In reality, im curled up alone, reading your favourite book.
Seeing us between the lines.
And ill cry sweet tears, as watching them fall apart.
Is better than acepecting we'll never start.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I am lost again.
Lost between the pages of your favourite book.
I can see us between the lines.
You, the gentleman filled with magic and heroism.
Me, the lady you're falling in love with, but know you'll loose.
And somehow they will be the sweetest tears.
In reality, im curled up alone, reading your favourite book.
Seeing us between the lines.
And ill cry sweet tears, as watching them fall apart.
Is better than acepecting we'll never start.
