You saw her in your dreams
Black hair
Eyes as blue as shallow water
With a pink bow resting upon;
Her angelic, little head
You saw her before you knew what was real
You dreamed her before you ever knew the truth
She came into being years ago
When your heart grew hard
And your words fell silent
That’s when she was born
She watched you turn your head towards the sky
Filled with white, head loud with trains
She felt you let her go
But she never left you
Stayed and waited,
For the dust to settle
And your heart to open
Baby girl, looks up at you
And knows exactly where you’ve been
Chose to be with you
For nothing else;
But pure sweet love.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
You saw her in your dreams
Black hair
Eyes as blue as shallow water
With a pink bow resting upon;
Her angelic, little head
You saw her before you knew what was real
You dreamed her before you ever knew the truth
She came into being years ago
When your heart grew hard
And your words fell silent
That’s when she was born
She watched you turn your head towards the sky
Filled with white, head loud with trains
She felt you let her go
But she never left you
Stayed and waited,
For the dust to settle
And your heart to open
Baby girl, looks up at you
And knows exactly where you’ve been
Chose to be with you
For nothing else;
But pure sweet love.
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