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our laughter was not handed to us on a silver platter
but we’ve begged the days and prayed the twilight
for a little bit longer for us to shine
in our love story, that could only run at night.
and for our sleep to be more somber
when the credits didn’t roll.
we had so many “bad” ideas here in this chair
and thanked god that it couldn’t make your family stare
but maybe the angels sung for the day when we’d end it all
“don’t get too close”
i prayed
“don’t wake my ghosts”
but you stayed
and I dusted myself off.
your hands atop my bare skin
is like being scorched again and again
branded with a mark i cannot erase
but do you see their laughter in my face?
because i know you hear me running from the other end of our tight embrace.
i want fights and rights and wrongs and wins
so just throw me back like a gallon of gin
that much.
yes, that much
‘cause our laughter was not handed to me on a silver platter.
i remember that you ran off into the wind
but in the daylight, you didn’t look like a sin
i’d said I wished i’d never seen you, which was much too rough,
even my heart of stone is not that tough
that thing that you always said
ended up way too true.
i put on my gloves
and i start missing you
and realize it keeps on hurting
when you’re not in the room
the twilight is kissed into my hands
a million credits to whoever understands
that our laughter was not handed to us on a silver platter.
i love you to life not “love you to death”
i’m glad i dodged that bullet to be under your breath
you are not my relic, you are my love
you have been sent my heaven above.
our laughter was handed to me by God on a silver platter.