Feb 2012
Since I came in contact.
With you.
My grey sky’s.
Have turned blue.
You have turn night.
Into day.
And all my fear
Has gone away.
But I can not help.
To feel.
That some how.
This is not real.
With you.
My grey sky’s.
Have turned blue.
You have turn night.
Into day.
And all my fear
Has gone away.
But I can not help.
To feel.
That some how.
This is not real.
