You touched these tired eyes of mine and mapped my face out, line by line. And somehow, growing old feels fine. You wrap your thoughts in works of art and they*re hanging on the walls of my heart. I may not have the safest touch, i may not say the words as such, and though i may not look like much, IM YOURS. Though my edges may be rough and never feel quite enough, it may not seem like very much but.. I AM YOURS!
With every moment we share, i become more certain that in you i*ve found something i have been looking for, for a very long time. I dont know what the future holds, but i do know how happy i feel when im with you. And from this day forward, thats more than enough. I believe in memories. They look so pretty when i sleep. And when i wake, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, and there is no song i could sing, no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard, but i will still tell you one thing, we*re better together.
I want to harmonize with you and write music for days. Take my hand and paint our deepest desires on the ceiling. They fit so perfectly between these plastic glow-in-the-dark stars. Sing me your dreams and i*ll take it all in. You*re beautiful and i cannot see past those ocean eyes. We could carry this somewhere.. Perhaps to an undiscovered galaxy or some far off forest. Shed your skin and dance in the moonlight with me. Life is too short not to dance when we can. Love is too fleeting not to fall into