Your heart used to be the ink,
and my hand used to draw it
swiftly, with only just one slide.You don't wish for glory,
I wish for your flowing love ,
and my hand slipped...Just a little more
Is what I need to be ,
you're a growing star
shining for me from a far.
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52. Painting
Your heart used to be the ink,
and my hand used to draw it
swiftly, with only just one slide.You don't wish for glory,
I wish for your flowing love ,
and my hand slipped...Just a little more
Is what I need to be ,
you're a growing star
shining for me from a far.