Jan 2016
a charmer with no intention,
you swept me off my feet.
like they always seem to do.
but someday,
I hold fast,
to the idea that maybe,
just maybe,
you'll fly away with me too.
you swept me off my feet.
like they always seem to do.
but someday,
I hold fast,
to the idea that maybe,
just maybe,
you'll fly away with me too.
(Vancouver)
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