honest in your arms

My mind is racing inside the seams

make it undone again

let me go  back once again

we arent in love

we have special love

we are inside.

Warm like a mind full of wine

its memory we hope will linger on

as a wish from a boy on christmas morn

let it be and hope its all going to be more than just fine

Can I have this hopeless dream

without invisible seams

that stich our love inside

Let it go

be yourself

in your arms I grow

this honsty hurts me

I am who I am in your eyes

love me

love me

love me

Inside this I am so lovely


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