Dream On. |
Remembering
when the days of the young...
I color these letters
In fragrances of roses...
My thoughts are full
But my pen is empty...
A breath dies
As an eye opens...
I have yet to find this true love
Can you tell me what it is made of...
I color these letters
In fragrances of roses...
The wind blows a melody outside
Whispering through the leafless trees...
You make my heart go laksdjg;oaejirglakdfjgal;krg every time I see you. |
I wish upon wishing stars as they fall from the sky... |
You remember that one time when we did that one thing and you did that other thing with that thing that turned into a thing but it never really was that one thing? Remember? |