Take my hand and lead me to another atmosphere,
one with fog brushing our knee-caps,
to a place where the skies are purple and the stars are only a leap away.
take me to a landscape filled of grass and snowflakes.
I want the sleeves of my sweater to brush up against your frosted smile.
Take me to a place crowded with passionate ballroom dancers,
dancing through the frozen clouds
using the stars as lights to guide them.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Take my hand and lead me to another atmosphere,
one with fog brushing our knee-caps,
to a place where the skies are purple and the stars are only a leap away.
take me to a landscape filled of grass and snowflakes.
I want the sleeves of my sweater to brush up against your frosted smile.
Take me to a place crowded with passionate ballroom dancers,
dancing through the frozen clouds
using the stars as lights to guide them.