It came up through the floors,
deep within the woodwork,
and I could hear the strength of the wind,
breaking branches, leaving devastation.
And your tears reminded me of,
the chaos we had endured,
but there was no stopping this feeling,
that tingle in your bones,
that tickle on the surface of your skin.
and what if our words were our mistakes,
and our futures had become something that was faked?
how could we live with each other?
maybe there is time to repair,
but here we are getting scared,
and so we run from the truth.
Only if I could take all of you back,
the darkness would be rewritten,
to a work of fiction.
then we could relive the start,
the beginning of our hearts.
God knows we will make these mistakes,
but I’ll do anything to keep us safe.
https://inbetweenjackswords.wordpress.com/
deep within the woodwork,
and I could hear the strength of the wind,
breaking branches, leaving devastation.
And your tears reminded me of,
the chaos we had endured,
but there was no stopping this feeling,
that tingle in your bones,
that tickle on the surface of your skin.
and what if our words were our mistakes,
and our futures had become something that was faked?
how could we live with each other?
maybe there is time to repair,
but here we are getting scared,
and so we run from the truth.
Only if I could take all of you back,
the darkness would be rewritten,
to a work of fiction.
then we could relive the start,
the beginning of our hearts.
God knows we will make these mistakes,
but I’ll do anything to keep us safe.
https://inbetweenjackswords.wordpress.com/
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