I used to be on my own, I used to be fine! But somewhere along the way, I crossed a line.
The line was clear, I saw it coming a mile away, but even still, it took my breath away. It knocked the wind out my lunges, it knocked me to the ground, and when I rose to my feet, I heard the wonderful most wonderful sound.
The sound was of laughter, of tears and of joy. The sound of church bells, and the tapping footfalls of a little boy. I peaked my ears, I drew breath anew, but what filled my lounges was not air, it was you.
I saw it coming, but did not heed the warning, and now my heart is desperately tethered to you, every night, every morning.
I used to have a home, it was a nice house, on a calm street. But my new home is two arms, a pair of eyes, and your heartbeat.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
I used to be on my own, I used to be fine! But somewhere along the way, I crossed a line.
The line was clear, I saw it coming a mile away, but even still, it took my breath away. It knocked the wind out my lunges, it knocked me to the ground, and when I rose to my feet, I heard the wonderful most wonderful sound.
The sound was of laughter, of tears and of joy. The sound of church bells, and the tapping footfalls of a little boy. I peaked my ears, I drew breath anew, but what filled my lounges was not air, it was you.
I saw it coming, but did not heed the warning, and now my heart is desperately tethered to you, every night, every morning.
I used to have a home, it was a nice house, on a calm street. But my new home is two arms, a pair of eyes, and your heartbeat.