The Miracle

We can watch parent trap
We can eat brussels sprouts every night
We can go for long walks in the wind
I will hold you hand tight
And I won't talk about jesus
I won't mention the aliens
Won't get high and distant
I'll become less stupid
I'll do what you like best
I'll breathe on your neck
I'll die in our mouth again
My eyes on yours like divine lasers
That's the cosmic shit
Holy shit
3 am winter darkness
Your shape glowing above me
We melt and become the same
Are we light or how can I describe
The miracle, the miracle



Credits
Writer(s): Isabelle Coelho
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