Jonny Apple
Bluelighter
Crickets chirping in the ever fading background
Sunday night sitting on my back steps
resting our heads on our knees
staring at each other
from the 6 inch space in between
fire flies firing away
catching fleeing glances of those beautiful eyes
you let out your little girl laugh
when I stumble over my words
trying to make another one of my peculiar jokes
God here we are in this perfect moment
I see your eyes locked straight onto mine
all I can do is smile back at you, blow you a kiss
and then slide closer for a real one
taking in all of the surrounding
every detail burning itself into my memory
one love to last a lifetime
Sunday night sitting on my back steps
resting our heads on our knees
staring at each other
from the 6 inch space in between
fire flies firing away
catching fleeing glances of those beautiful eyes
you let out your little girl laugh
when I stumble over my words
trying to make another one of my peculiar jokes
God here we are in this perfect moment
I see your eyes locked straight onto mine
all I can do is smile back at you, blow you a kiss
and then slide closer for a real one
taking in all of the surrounding
every detail burning itself into my memory
one love to last a lifetime
