Sometimes it can suck, being five foot two,
Like when I can't reach the memory, of you.
You wrote those words up so high on my glass,
Before you left, that's when I saw you last.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll wipe you away,
Or maybe I'll see you again, one day.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll wipe you away,
Or maybe I'll see you again, one day.
2 comments:
So simple and so lovely and so very true. Gorgeous as always.
Em
Tightrope to the Sun
I love this one so much.xx
dreaming is believing
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