Yours
I whispered it slowly,
I shout it out loud
I said it though my mouth didn’t make a sound
I spelled your name
While it sparked a bright flame
I liked your name from the begging
I saw it while my head was spinning
I tasted it and it was salty and sweet
I wrote it till I made it bleed
I felt it pumping in my veins
I screamed it in trains and planes
I feel like I can’t get enough of it,
How I can’t get enough of you
And saying it while I lay on the ground
It’s somewhere between a prayer and a shout
It’s always on my lips
And I love to get it out.
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