I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
-"Come on get higher" Matt Nathanson
Because most of the time, no one really wants to listen to my random ramblings and such...
No comments:
Post a Comment