Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Deep in my bones,
The marrow turns to stones.
Just as the next week comes,
Will I hear your heart as it drums.
It's the saddest time I've haved,
When my heart is halved.
Your love,
Your love,
Its never gone,
Your love,
Your love,
Even In the furthest state,
This feels kinda like fate.
Like the world came down,
On me in my little town.
When life took you away,
But you said it'd be okay.
Your love,
Your love,
It promised me,
Your love,
Your love,
As its holding me,
Just to help me sleep.
No better way to be free,
Than some welcoming arms,
With somewhere to weep.
With your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
Reaching to me,
Your love,
Your love,
Calling to me.
- Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 24th, 2021 23:26
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
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