I couldn’t stop staring at your pretty pink lips and rosy cheeks. You’re the calm before the storm. The overwhelming silence between what I was thinking and what I said. I wake up from my daze, only to see that you are gone. But I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty pink lips.
You are mine and I am yours. The calming breeze in the night. What am I to do when the night is so blue. The hazy mist stuck around and the night dew is cool benefit my feet. Aimlessly walking in and out through the night, quietly out of sight.
I couldn’t stop staring at your pretty pink lips and rosy cheeks. You’re the calm before the storm. The overwhelming silence between what I was thinking and what I said. I wake up from my daze, only to see that you are gone. But I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty pink lips.
You are mine and I am yours. The calming breeze in the night. What am I to do when the night is so blue. The hazy mist stuck around and the night dew is cool benefit my feet. Aimlessly walking in and out through the night, quietly out of sight.