Rolling on fields of grass,
Looking through the looking glass,
Sometimes this love feels untouchable.
Rolling tears down my cheeks,
Haven’t felt good in weeks,
Sometimes your love feels unreachable.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
But tell me there’s another way.
Tell me there’s another way.
Fraying slivers of our ropes,
Strong as steel but weak as hope,
Sometimes this love feels so frangible.
Finding slivers of your pretty hair,
The silver in the clouds and spares,
Sometimes your love feels so tangible.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
And there is no other way.
There is no other way.
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Author:
Ladywithaquill (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2026 17:08
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This seems so easily converted to song in fact it seems made for song. Well written
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