The way I loved you can’t be measured
It can’t be measured in kisses, or sweet nothings
Because we never touched, despite only the slightest of hand holding
And everything we said meant something
Tell me old love, can you remember what it’s like to live without regret
To only have the worries of when we would meet again on our minds
Exchanging of words meaning just that
The world was so kind
Draw me a world that was that kind again
Paint me a world without reality
Take me back to the times of star gazing
And writing children’s novels
Thinking those days were everlasting,
Take me to that kind of infinity
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
The way I loved you can’t be measured
It can’t be measured in kisses, or sweet nothings
Because we never touched, despite only the slightest of hand holding
And everything we said meant something
Tell me old love, can you remember what it’s like to live without regret
To only have the worries of when we would meet again on our minds
Exchanging of words meaning just that
The world was so kind
Draw me a world that was that kind again
Paint me a world without reality
Take me back to the times of star gazing
And writing children’s novels
Thinking those days were everlasting,
Take me to that kind of infinity
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