Giggles.
Grins.
Spikes.
Spurs.
Thunder.
Dogs.
Pandas.
Cute things.
Ramen.
Spells.
Be our guest.
The Script.
And these are what makes the Kite
That's the soul of it,
Its blood flows with every letter written,
Its heart pumps with every fantasy created,
And the breeze it glides on...
Is you,
The lightness,
The sweetness,
The eyes I'm yet to see.
"Same"
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Giggles.
Grins.
Spikes.
Spurs.
Thunder.
Dogs.
Pandas.
Cute things.
Ramen.
Spells.
Be our guest.
The Script.
And these are what makes the Kite
That's the soul of it,
Its blood flows with every letter written,
Its heart pumps with every fantasy created,
And the breeze it glides on...
Is you,
The lightness,
The sweetness,
The eyes I'm yet to see.
"Same"
