Brush across my face,
tossing my hair,
a call from the sky I want to embrace,
looking up all I can do is stare.
Wash away my worries,
lift me up from the ground,
tell me your stories,
tell me while you’re still around.
I will wait for you to return,
when you run past me I feel nothing but free,
a short moment with you is all I yearn,
it is my simple plea.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
Brush across my face,
tossing my hair,
a call from the sky I want to embrace,
looking up all I can do is stare.
Wash away my worries,
lift me up from the ground,
tell me your stories,
tell me while you’re still around.
I will wait for you to return,
when you run past me I feel nothing but free,
a short moment with you is all I yearn,
it is my simple plea.
