A song a day 19

How can you always be late for your arrival?
You know I'd forgive you every single time
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In the end all you can hope for
Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through

Are your eyes showing off for mine
Your face in my hands is everything good I need

Bones, starved of flesh
Surround your aching heart
Full of love