jeudi 13 novembre 2008

bed time story

You could tell her she is the prettiest
That once you met her, you just couldn't forget,
The way her lips move and the lines on her hands,
But you knew, you knew you'd have to leave her again.
It didn't take much,
It didn't take a minute, for you to have her,
She was scared of your touch
She knew you'd chase her and you'd be the first.
The days you were gone, she wondered if you'd come back
She knew it wouldn't get better
She knew she was falling fast,
but she wouldn't, just wouldn't let go.
She would fall asleep by another one's side
Because she knew she was still the one sleeping in your bed tonight,
And every smile you gave her, you know she kept it,
Every places you went, you knew she'd be here
If you only knew that luck has nothing to do with it,
That every breath was put towards it,
you would never doubt her passion,
You would cherish her heart every single second
You would take care of it through days and seasons.

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