When I risk a thought of you, all I can see is:
A heart of warmth
The lips containing the key to seduction
A smile holding the recipe to happiness
Fingers extracting the magic of kindness
A brain imagining the unimaginable
The effect of one person can seem so little on the outside to you
But could be all they've got on the inside
I couldn't remember the last minute gone by where I haven't thought of you
Not a night where I haven't cried from my eyes all the way through
A dream, colourfully torn. full of deceiving images of our love, of what it could have been
This is not a memory of us, this is just what I've seen
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
When I risk a thought of you, all I can see is:
A heart of warmth
The lips containing the key to seduction
A smile holding the recipe to happiness
Fingers extracting the magic of kindness
A brain imagining the unimaginable
The effect of one person can seem so little on the outside to you
But could be all they've got on the inside
I couldn't remember the last minute gone by where I haven't thought of you
Not a night where I haven't cried from my eyes all the way through
A dream, colourfully torn. full of deceiving images of our love, of what it could have been
This is not a memory of us, this is just what I've seen