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Lucky to be alive

Maybe my tears are lucky to be alive
After all these years. All of my fears
My age is in your eyes.
My heart is in your breath
They have survived earthquakes
Close call. Hang up,
the joke was on me, honey!

 


We dry our faces, with the palm of a hand
Collect stones by the shore,
to give to someone
Who gives a damn
Maybe my tears are lucky to be alive
Cause if they sink in the ocean.
Drown in the sea.
Or float on my body,
gets carried away on the crest of a wave

 


With you I LOL     
With you I LOL
Bae, bae, bae
With you I LOL      
With you I LOL



So I know in the mist of it all
Like the sand through the hourglass.
With you by my side,
I’ll die a happy woman, a happy man.
Recognize myself the way I am
I’m at a funeral, my feelings a singing choir
Sometimes at a wedding, at the altar
For crying out loud - screaming: 
“YES, yes I do”
I do wanna marry you

 




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Publicerad 2021-11-09 18:35



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  Hon kallar sig poet VIP
Det får du nog fortsätta undra du :) eftersom jag har andra intressen ... men tack för att du läser och kommenterar ibland :)
2021-11-09

  SatansSon VIP
undrar hur det är att pussa dig. alltså att pressa sina lips mot de du har.
2021-11-09
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