sometimes i go outside
i look at the sky
and wonder
will i ever see your face
the wind kisses my skin
gently blowing lace from my shoulder
and i can't tell you
how many times
i've imagined it's your hands
sometimes i go outside
to undress with the sky & the stars
and every time i do
i hope the night has come,
and he is watching
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
sometimes i go outside
i look at the sky
and wonder
will i ever see your face
the wind kisses my skin
gently blowing lace from my shoulder
and i can't tell you
how many times
i've imagined it's your hands
sometimes i go outside
to undress with the sky & the stars
and every time i do
i hope the night has come,
and he is watching
