Speak to me of your sorrow
and I will wrap you in a tender tale
of my own.
How beautiful it will be
to feel your soul
under my skin.
How beautiful it will be
to pick up the broken glass of life
with a friend so true.
Speak to me of your sorrow
and I will wrap you in a tender tale
of my own.
How beautiful it will be
to feel your soul
under my skin.
How beautiful it will be
to pick up the broken glass of life
with a friend so true.
12 replies on “Under My Skin”
Woww
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💞❤️💞❤️
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😊😊
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Beautiful words, Brooke.
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Thank you, guys.🌸 There is something so beautiful about helping each other through fragile of it all, hey. ☺️x
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Beautiful!
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Thanks! And what funny timing! I’ve just been reading and commenting on your post, Jason! Lol. What a small world! 😂 x
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You’re welcome 😁
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A really really really nice ending. Romantic in its hopeful-sadness.
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I’m so glad it struck a chord with you.☀️I love that our ‘broken’ moments often present us with the most beautiful gifts. It is a feeling of hopeful-sadness, that fragility. For sure. x
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Yes, agreed. And you play well, so it was easy to listen. Glad to have found your blog today.
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I’m so glad! Wonderful to hear it’s resonated. 🙂☀️
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