Indecision is decision she said. Muted heart burnt sand.
Help me to find my voice again, I'm standing in the hall
record plays our song. I have no idea what to say,
except that you helped me find my voice again.
Ripped from windows
like a violin on a rainy day
Feel you under this skin
The ocean giving obituaries
Finding peace in your hands
Did you understand
As I etch our names in this old tree
kissing me on the cheek.
I just want to believe
that you don't want to leave
So here is my love letter to you
This time
there is no ends.
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