If at the end of the night
I look at you and smile
You look at me and approach
Grab my waist…and blush
Does it mean anything?
If at the spur of the moment
When I am nervous and stressed
I think of you and smile,
Cherish the moment…
Is it anything important?
If by the time we go to sleep
We both squeeze the pillows
Apart – but with the same thought
And smile good night…
Is it a good sign?
If my heart beats fast
And yours speeds its limit
Yet we don’t say a word
And nobody knows…
Does it count?
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
If at the end of the night
I look at you and smile
You look at me and approach
Grab my waist…and blush
Does it mean anything?
If at the spur of the moment
When I am nervous and stressed
I think of you and smile,
Cherish the moment…
Is it anything important?
If by the time we go to sleep
We both squeeze the pillows
Apart – but with the same thought
And smile good night…
Is it a good sign?
If my heart beats fast
And yours speeds its limit
Yet we don’t say a word
And nobody knows…
Does it count?
