cherub
Bluelighter
Soft spoken words whisper in my head
what does it mean, that we met,
or does it mean anything at all
destiny of what measure, truth to be told
My patience has never been good at waiting to be told what is to be seen and to see what is to be held
to miss you when your gone, though i have only seen your eyes once,, can that be so,, words spoken so softly and so deeply into my soul,, what does it mean,, what will it be
I don't feel the fly by night chance ,, just more then a friend,, but something is yet to be explain,
planatary movement, earths catching ray of the sun,, falling into place as faith and destiny of chance become a reality
and subtle softness of clouds floating in the atmosphere of live living and beginning of reality of what is and what to be
what more is searching of what it means to us,, questionable thoughts evading the mind and figuring out what will be in time.
what does it mean, that we met,
or does it mean anything at all
destiny of what measure, truth to be told
My patience has never been good at waiting to be told what is to be seen and to see what is to be held
to miss you when your gone, though i have only seen your eyes once,, can that be so,, words spoken so softly and so deeply into my soul,, what does it mean,, what will it be
I don't feel the fly by night chance ,, just more then a friend,, but something is yet to be explain,
planatary movement, earths catching ray of the sun,, falling into place as faith and destiny of chance become a reality
and subtle softness of clouds floating in the atmosphere of live living and beginning of reality of what is and what to be
what more is searching of what it means to us,, questionable thoughts evading the mind and figuring out what will be in time.
