how did it come to be, this silence all around me..
i see your eyes intimating a river, makes my body shiver.
when your heads down low, and the stream becomes a flow
i promise to never let you go. when i hold your head tight to my chest your river
you may rest, stare up at me and i will be looking back.
where is all the laughter at?
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
how did it come to be, this silence all around me..
i see your eyes intimating a river, makes my body shiver.
when your heads down low, and the stream becomes a flow
i promise to never let you go. when i hold your head tight to my chest your river
you may rest, stare up at me and i will be looking back.
where is all the laughter at?
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