It's a warm Arizonan afternoon
I'm five feet tall,
but you make me feel like I can touch the moon.
I look up to your face
against the pink cotton candy cloud filled skies
Right before you pull me in for a sweet kiss.
I come to realize how time really flies.
I hope the sun doesn't set on us too soon
so we can taste cotton candy every afternoon.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
It's a warm Arizonan afternoon
I'm five feet tall,
but you make me feel like I can touch the moon.
I look up to your face
against the pink cotton candy cloud filled skies
Right before you pull me in for a sweet kiss.
I come to realize how time really flies.
I hope the sun doesn't set on us too soon
so we can taste cotton candy every afternoon.
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