I thought to take you to old Glory Ridge,
A place among the clouds and void of worries.
We could share an evening with the foliage,
Lying on our backs with our self-deprecating jokes.
Soon, the stars will pierce the daylight,
Just lets in more privacy for our shaky conversation.
Turns to cement when the words start flowing...
God knows what I'll say.
I'll take you to Glory Ridge for more than the view,
The scenic trail lined with countless jesters
And I, their king,
Must admit you're right at home among the natural beauties.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
I thought to take you to old Glory Ridge,
A place among the clouds and void of worries.
We could share an evening with the foliage,
Lying on our backs with our self-deprecating jokes.
Soon, the stars will pierce the daylight,
Just lets in more privacy for our shaky conversation.
Turns to cement when the words start flowing...
God knows what I'll say.
I'll take you to Glory Ridge for more than the view,
The scenic trail lined with countless jesters
And I, their king,
Must admit you're right at home among the natural beauties.
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