I can’t thank you enough, Grace.
You took the time to help erase
The love ruin running in my veins.
Today, I’m back in your arms
there’s something in the way
you take away the weight
letting me float in this world
I can’t thank you enough, Grace.
I want to honor you,
the proper girl
with all the original parts,
call me old fashion,
sometimes I know I don’t fit
in this fucked version world.
You adore me anyway.
I’ll celebrate you,
hanging wind chimes
just outside my bedroom window
as a soft gentle breeze
or a heavy gust
I know you’re always there.
Grace,
I can’t thank you enough.
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Oh Grace have been missed
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