Wintery Souvenirs : If We Started Talking Again...
When I stood, fronting the mirror,
I saw someone calling me over.
A tender hold, cupping my chin,
That gaze enquired my weary cover.
To that, I confessingly say,
I've been caught up,
In the late-night hoping,
Amidst landslides of emotions,
One wound I tend,
There another opens.
I'm still left in wonder sometimes,
If we started talking again,
I'd want that talking,
Turn into holding hands.
There in her arms,
Lies my safest place.
Both crawl under the sheets of the bed.
And end up making beautiful mistakes.
Taking her to places, we dreamt of. before.
At midnight, we both hitting the road.
Jamming to all our favorite...
I saw someone calling me over.
A tender hold, cupping my chin,
That gaze enquired my weary cover.
To that, I confessingly say,
I've been caught up,
In the late-night hoping,
Amidst landslides of emotions,
One wound I tend,
There another opens.
I'm still left in wonder sometimes,
If we started talking again,
I'd want that talking,
Turn into holding hands.
There in her arms,
Lies my safest place.
Both crawl under the sheets of the bed.
And end up making beautiful mistakes.
Taking her to places, we dreamt of. before.
At midnight, we both hitting the road.
Jamming to all our favorite...