I want to learn to love again
But my soul seems to only transcend
You've been planted in my roots
And I can only grow with your soft flutes
That sing me to the rising sun
Where I can gleam as the new horizon
But patience must set in
I cannot torment myself with the ***** of a pin
I know my veins are filled with you
My breath was only there when we flew
So stoically I pose their art
But know I only want you to be my real part
To whisper into the breeze
And together reach the gate with our keys
A place we call our own
I'm here my love, on the other side of the phone
Answer me when the moon rises
Hold me in you arms without the guises
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
I want to learn to love again
But my soul seems to only transcend
You've been planted in my roots
And I can only grow with your soft flutes
That sing me to the rising sun
Where I can gleam as the new horizon
But patience must set in
I cannot torment myself with the ***** of a pin
I know my veins are filled with you
My breath was only there when we flew
So stoically I pose their art
But know I only want you to be my real part
To whisper into the breeze
And together reach the gate with our keys
A place we call our own
I'm here my love, on the other side of the phone
Answer me when the moon rises
Hold me in you arms without the guises
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