I Loved You Then, I Love You Now And I Will Love You Always
Painfully Beautiful
And so time stopped once more,
And so your fingertips danced on my lips light as a feather,
What were sparks when instead of them all we had, fire.
Fire to breathe, the fire a need,
A need to be close, a need to be nearer.
So how could I explain this undesirable need to always have you just within my reach ?
So how could I explain this obligation i have to constantly breathe in your seconds?
So how does one even begin to comprehend how painfully beautiful my love is for you ?
How you smell like home ?
How when I’m close to you all I do is burn with desire. Need.
From the blood in your veins keeping you alive to the slight calluses on your fingertips.
How just your eyes alone dare me to dream about no less of a fantasy.
I guess I was scared at the thought of you.
All I remember, feeling an uncontrollable connection.
A unforgettable attachment.
Gentle hands mind to hold,
Compassionate lips for my mind to love,
Soft eyes for my gaze to memorise.
Every crevice, ever crack, every scar for me to imprint into memory.
I’ll make the most of the minutes, I’ll make the most of the seconds,
We’re not promised tomorrow.
We’re not promised now.
Let this wind blow me into the street,
Let the water fill up me lungs,
So let the unfinished notes on the piano dance on my fingertips,
So let the stars fall out of the sky, let all this beautiful imperfection be our painful beautiful.
And so time stopped once more,
And so your fingertips danced on my lips light as a feather,
What were sparks when instead of them all we had, fire.
Fire to breathe, the fire a need,
A need to be close, a need to be nearer.
So how could I explain this undesirable need to always have you just within my reach ?
So how could I explain this obligation i have to constantly breathe in your seconds?
So how does one even begin to comprehend how painfully beautiful my love is for you ?
How you smell like home ?
How when I’m close to you all I do is burn with desire. Need.
From the blood in your veins keeping you alive to the slight calluses on your fingertips.
How just your eyes alone dare me to dream about no less of a fantasy.
I guess I was scared at the thought of you.
All I remember, feeling an uncontrollable connection.
A unforgettable attachment.
Gentle hands mind to hold,
Compassionate lips for my mind to love,
Soft eyes for my gaze to memorise.
Every crevice, ever crack, every scar for me to imprint into memory.
I’ll make the most of the minutes, I’ll make the most of the seconds,
We’re not promised tomorrow.
We’re not promised now.
Let this wind blow me into the street,
Let the water fill up me lungs,
So let the unfinished notes on the piano dance on my fingertips,
So let the stars fall out of the sky, let all this beautiful imperfection be our painful beautiful.
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