sleeping, my soul has been wronged
diving, into what we cannot see,
believing, what we cannot believe
I begin to breath when you come to a halt
sweet like honey and shaken like salt
toppling into what we do not own
when were you flying? when i got thrown
Standing for you in the frigid dark
Running for you when my heart feels a spark
nestle your head into fruitful flirts
wrestle in bed while I take off your shirts
I do not deserve this blissful wonder
stealing your words in the playful thunder
shaking my mind under the christmas tree
begging and pleading while im down on one knee
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