Every night
around the same late hour
when the world has darkened--
My heart beats somberly on
as I wonder about,
well…
You are the air beneath my wings
but you’ve drifted away--
I don’t blame you.
I need lift off.
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
Every night
around the same late hour
when the world has darkened--
My heart beats somberly on
as I wonder about,
well…
You are the air beneath my wings
but you’ve drifted away--
I don’t blame you.
I need lift off.
03/08/2010
