I remember how I felt when you grabbed my hand in outer space.
I’m scared of outer space unless your hand is in mine.
You took me to the moon, that’s where we sat and gazed upon the stars.
You took me to the sun where you kissed my forehead and told me everything was ok.
I'm scared of space but it’s ok because you were there.
And the shooting star we danced on, that was the same one that I wished upon.
I wished you loved me.
Because outer space is really my head, your Love was merely a daydream.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
I remember how I felt when you grabbed my hand in outer space.
I’m scared of outer space unless your hand is in mine.
You took me to the moon, that’s where we sat and gazed upon the stars.
You took me to the sun where you kissed my forehead and told me everything was ok.
I'm scared of space but it’s ok because you were there.
And the shooting star we danced on, that was the same one that I wished upon.
I wished you loved me.
Because outer space is really my head, your Love was merely a daydream.
