My heart will be nothing more than an exploding mechanism
each time my eyes lift to meet yours
My hands will be nothing more than cold palms
like a winter ocean washing upon the shore
My lips will be nothing more than the bridge between our minds
but my thoughts will always hold on to you, for the rest of time.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
My heart will be nothing more than an exploding mechanism
each time my eyes lift to meet yours
My hands will be nothing more than cold palms
like a winter ocean washing upon the shore
My lips will be nothing more than the bridge between our minds
but my thoughts will always hold on to you, for the rest of time.
