Your brown eyes smile and
I think God made you out of
my sweet reveries.
You pocket my heart
so I left my number too
what else can I lose?
If my phone rings and
I see your name, tell me this
isn’t just a dream.
chasing truth & making art :: a storytelling blog
Your brown eyes smile and
I think God made you out of
my sweet reveries.
You pocket my heart
so I left my number too
what else can I lose?
If my phone rings and
I see your name, tell me this
isn’t just a dream.