My little Butterflies.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Drenched.


When minutes become hours 
When days become years 
And I dont know where you are 
Color seems so dull without you 

Have we lost our minds? 
What have we done? 
But it all doesnt seem to matter anymore 

When you kissed me on that street, I kissed you back 
You held me in your arms, I held you in mine 
You picked me up to lay me down 
When I look into your eyes 
I can hear you cry for a little bit more of you and I 
Im drenched in your love 
Im no longer able to hold it back 

Is it too late to ask for love? 
Is it wrong to feel right? 
When the world is winding down 
Thoughts of you linger around 


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