Don’t worry if the flowers pass, I’ll be right there to plant you more / and when the soil grows old, I’ll comfort it in the chaos of the storm Am I a ghost in your story? / because you look at me with conviction when I don’t even know the crime I committed Burden me with your secrets / so I can carry the weight you’re so fearful of letting go To be close to you was to be haunted by what I couldn’t have and to be reminded of how much I truly wanted you / and I’d be lying if I said I never thought about where my hands would take me across your body Midnights and daydreaming hours of retracing
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