Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlightOr watched the sparrows fluttering in the breezeyou were gone you were far awayAt the exact moment that I was watching the starsyou were no place near or dear to meI don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymoreI sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunriseThe dew of the morning settles on my skinPale as the winter snow that has long passedI have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfallI fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...How you like the same music I do.The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each otherI love the way...You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everydayWe compliment each other.You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.I remember...The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it backYou told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
Just OneShe sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan."The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes."I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."