Your eyes where the color of summer wheat grass
They promised a hot, hazy summer
And reminded of life brought to it by the spring
Like brushing my fingertips across the wheat grass
My eyes sweeping yours
Let me feel everything that you where
Are now
And like a seed in the wind
Everything that we could be together.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Your eyes where the color of summer wheat grass
They promised a hot, hazy summer
And reminded of life brought to it by the spring
Like brushing my fingertips across the wheat grass
My eyes sweeping yours
Let me feel everything that you where
Are now
And like a seed in the wind
Everything that we could be together.