If you'd move in next door so i can see your window all the time and you could send me letters across the clothing line.
This night never stops, every moment it's not too late to question everything.
I make up stories and scenerios in my head. I always shy away from things like that. I'm tracing the lines on your hand. It's like all of this has been planned.
You breathe your weight in gold beside me. I watch you sleep and dream. Agree that holding your hand exemplifies our connection. And your sweetest smile is perfection, reflections, directions
