Knowing that I love you, Is it enough? Knowing that my heart speaks your language, But the words just get lost in the in-betweens. Our conversations, more often than not, Are lost in translation, The volume turned down too low for me to hear. Muted.
But your eyes tell the story, Deep, dark, and full of stars. And your tears fall ever so slowly, I kiss the salty drops from your cheeks, Then I kiss your lips- Like it's the first time. Because you know, the first cut is the Deepest. -Kelly.
