Its almost home. When it smells like that. Like you.
The sheets all around, and books with scribbles. The legs aching.
With shoe laces yet to be tied.You seem like a kid.
And I wait for sunshine to come, to shine on dew drops.
I hold it then, slowly let it crawl on your feet.
And then you wake me up.
Your lips touching the sun.
And then mine.
The sheets all around, and books with scribbles. The legs aching.
With shoe laces yet to be tied.You seem like a kid.
And I wait for sunshine to come, to shine on dew drops.
I hold it then, slowly let it crawl on your feet.
And then you wake me up.
Your lips touching the sun.
And then mine.
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