Monthly Archives: January 2012

Tale of our existence.

I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small cafe’, the park across the way
The children’s carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well

I’ll be seeing you in every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way
I’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

I’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

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You keep my secrets.

We used to lie beneath the stars at night
With our hands gripping each other tight

A temporary escape — Trying to find the in-between

Promises, swear them to the sky.