Apr 2014
The snowy owls have left the tundra,
Replaced by the guarding gulls and
The geese trickling in,
Waxing moon pushing forward, up,
And quiet bunny hops,
The constellations remain,
Same as it ever was,
And my love for you,
Same as it ever was
Replaced by the guarding gulls and
The geese trickling in,
Waxing moon pushing forward, up,
And quiet bunny hops,
The constellations remain,
Same as it ever was,
And my love for you,
Same as it ever was
If you ever think I'll stop loving you,
Don't.
Ever.
Even on my very worstest days.
Don't.
Ever.
Even on my very worstest days.
