Waltzing on the fine line
Between love and pain
Yet burning with happiness
Leaving the blurry shadows
Incongruities behind
Tight rope
Watching our bodies sway
Every fault made perfect
Yours and mine
In the bright eyes
You see this bird has wings
And she needs to fly
Needs to free fall out of the sky
He, the wind, will catch her
Before she hits the ground.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Waltzing on the fine line
Between love and pain
Yet burning with happiness
Leaving the blurry shadows
Incongruities behind
Tight rope
Watching our bodies sway
Every fault made perfect
Yours and mine
In the bright eyes
You see this bird has wings
And she needs to fly
Needs to free fall out of the sky
He, the wind, will catch her
Before she hits the ground.
