*And now that I’m in that first page of our story,
I’m not sure what to write
There is a multitude of possibilities
Endings we can’t foresee
Conversations that might be too much for paper
Scenes that should just stay between you and me
I always think way too much
So I threw all cautions in the wind
There’s a tinge of excitement in my veins
A scoop of fear in the back of my mind
Yet I will let our prose unfold
Maybe it’s a story to be told…*
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
*And now that I’m in that first page of our story,
I’m not sure what to write
There is a multitude of possibilities
Endings we can’t foresee
Conversations that might be too much for paper
Scenes that should just stay between you and me
I always think way too much
So I threw all cautions in the wind
There’s a tinge of excitement in my veins
A scoop of fear in the back of my mind
Yet I will let our prose unfold
Maybe it’s a story to be told…*
