My thoughts always drift,
To adventure, to wonder.
Leaves astride winds of curiosity.
But always back to you
My world may pull,
Ships of fate set sail.
For sad and in ease,
Always back to you.
A language of the soul.
My heart always beats,
To a rhythm that says
I miss.
And my lips whisper,
You.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
My thoughts always drift,
To adventure, to wonder.
Leaves astride winds of curiosity.
But always back to you
My world may pull,
Ships of fate set sail.
For sad and in ease,
Always back to you.
A language of the soul.
My heart always beats,
To a rhythm that says
I miss.
And my lips whisper,
You.
