your lips are like the stars
with heaven dancing upon them
in front of the window, counting cars
little fingers fiddling with your hem
the moon rises into the blue skies
and the sun sinks and sets for the day
I turn to look at you, batting my eyes
to see that smile takes my breath away
a.d
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
your lips are like the stars
with heaven dancing upon them
in front of the window, counting cars
little fingers fiddling with your hem
the moon rises into the blue skies
and the sun sinks and sets for the day
I turn to look at you, batting my eyes
to see that smile takes my breath away
a.d
