Apr 2015
There are planes up there
They are soaring against electric blue
They are made of such wonder
Yet all I can think is how lovely life is
Down here on the ground, with you.
They are soaring against electric blue
They are made of such wonder
Yet all I can think is how lovely life is
Down here on the ground, with you.
I swore i wouldn't post a mushy lurv poem yet here I am
