This could be my world,
Your garden full of dandelions,
The bushes, closing us off.
So only planes can see us from above.
This could be my world,
Your bed full of comforts,
The blankets, wrapping us up.
So only I can hear your whispers.
This could be my world,
Your heart full of love,
Your words trapping me.
So only I can feel this feeling.
You could be my world.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
This could be my world,
Your garden full of dandelions,
The bushes, closing us off.
So only planes can see us from above.
This could be my world,
Your bed full of comforts,
The blankets, wrapping us up.
So only I can hear your whispers.
This could be my world,
Your heart full of love,
Your words trapping me.
So only I can feel this feeling.
You could be my world.
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