looking for your face
in the rays of ephemeral light
surely you must be golden
listening for your name
in the songs on my radio
the words pass by soft and slow
images of the calm before calamity
like waves rolling over to riptides
my heart drops, thunders, and shakes
understanding as never been my forte
love has yet to approach me and stay
mr. cupid must have forgotten an arrow
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
looking for your face
in the rays of ephemeral light
surely you must be golden
listening for your name
in the songs on my radio
the words pass by soft and slow
images of the calm before calamity
like waves rolling over to riptides
my heart drops, thunders, and shakes
understanding as never been my forte
love has yet to approach me and stay
mr. cupid must have forgotten an arrow
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