Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Had to write something

Those words coming from your mouth
join together to make the sweetest sound
and before you, I was deaf, couldn't hear it.
Didn't know what it was,
so 'til now, I just feared it.
As young as we are,
I can look at the stars,
make a wish on a falling one
and not be called crazy.
But boy that's just what I am.
Cause I'm like them,
just falling out of orbit
and forever into your arms, baby.