The flower cutting day
Living blooms are separated from life
Dying for the lovers
No flowers from my love
Your love leaves the flowers to live on their stems
Living love everyday
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The flower cutting day
Living blooms are separated from life
Dying for the lovers
No flowers from my love
Your love leaves the flowers to live on their stems
Living love everyday
Parchment paper lined wooden draws
the smell of vintage parcels hidden under our lingerie
Wooden smells mixed with the older smells
breathing in the scent of what we once were
Loving you with parchment paper lined wooden draws
parcels of scent and the smell of you close to me
You and I will be forever together in those draws
moving to our music
whispering kisses and parchment paper love scents
Just one look
Desire is a four-letter word
Touched before flesh touches flesh
Years of understanding in a kiss
A master craftsman moulded them together
There’s nowhere to hide emotions
They know each other too well
Feelings from the inside and the outside
The music becomes louder and louder
She becomes the arching
He moves like a bow
The smell of rosin fills the air
Broken horsehair everywhere