Though my lips have never known the soft comforts of yours
A heaving feeling fills my lungs after the mention of your name
Though my soul has never found solace in your touch
and another flower blooms with each passing glance
A heaving feeling fills my lungs after the mention of your name
The way you hold a thousand stars in your eyes
and another flower blooms with each passing glance
My last breath is in your hands
The way you hold a thousand stars in your eyes
Though my soul has never found solace in your touch
My last breath is in your hands
Though my lips have never known the soft comforts of yours
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Domenique Snyders
Hello Vocal readers! My name is Domenique and I'm a freelance writer in South Africa. Soon-to-be published author, ready to tell you a story!
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