If only you could see you the way I do
Blinded by beauty,
hanging on your words
wanting to feel your skin
intelligence that baffles the scholars,
hands that hope to hold your heart and protect you
even form yourself
If only you could see you the way I do.
My eyes I can not lend,
but your ears will hear my
tongue sing to you your worth.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
If only you could see you the way I do
Blinded by beauty,
hanging on your words
wanting to feel your skin
intelligence that baffles the scholars,
hands that hope to hold your heart and protect you
even form yourself
If only you could see you the way I do.
My eyes I can not lend,
but your ears will hear my
tongue sing to you your worth.
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