Photo of Us
The sweet sound of your voice can make me melt
The gleam of your eyes pierces through my own
Touching your hand is the best rose I've felt
So soft it makes the pieces become sewn
Of the broken heart that lies in my chest
Fun that we've had through the years that have gone
Feelings for you are piled in a mess
Talking forever from night to the dawn
Feeling so good I never want to sleep
Just like us, the earth is aging too fast
In our veins the history runs so deep
Friendship like this could do nothing but last
A photo of us I stare yes I do
Being here together, you-me, me-you
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