i thought of you
today,
yesterday,
and three years from now-
how could i not
you are the thought
that keeps me thinking
the high between
my tHIGHs
i thought of you
today,
yesterday,
and three years from now-
how could i not
you are the thought
that keeps me thinking
the high between
my tHIGHs
Before you, the sky was always one color
And now that we’ve climbed this mountain
I stand still in amazement with my arms open wide
As the colors of the wind convince me I’m flying
Book on the table
Collecting dust-some stories
Won’t ever be told