How I know your face, all the ways you move, you come in, I can read you
You're my favorite book
All the things you say, the way you shift your eyes
I never knew there was someone, to make me come alive
When the days are long, and the thunder with the storm, can always get me crying
You can make my bed, I'll fall into it, shattered but not lonely
Because I never knew a home, until I found your hands, when I'm weathered
You come to me, you're my best friend
And that is why we'll always make it
Because I tweet more often than I blog.
samedi, août 30, 2008
my favourite book
Publié par YingTing à 8/30/2008 01:25:00 AM
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