If you're wondering why I wake up every morning with a twinkle in my eye,
It's the sun knocking at my window.
If you're wondering why I walk fluidly, like I know where I'm going,
I don't know, but it's the air that carries me.
If you're wondering why I look as if I'm confused or not reallly there,
It's those dreams in the daytime, as if I'm in a different world.
And if you're wondering why I smile at you like I do,
It's probably because I love you.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:32 AM UTC
If you're wondering why I wake up every morning with a twinkle in my eye,
It's the sun knocking at my window.
If you're wondering why I walk fluidly, like I know where I'm going,
I don't know, but it's the air that carries me.
If you're wondering why I look as if I'm confused or not reallly there,
It's those dreams in the daytime, as if I'm in a different world.
And if you're wondering why I smile at you like I do,
It's probably because I love you.
Mae.B
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