Sparks popping in the sky,
I stare loving every spark as my heart beats slow,I look to my right...I look to my right and saw that face,Sparks reflecting from your eyes,That smile that makes my heart skip a beat,It's like that moment becomes slow,I get nervous all over again,My stomach filled with giggly butterflies,A fire burning in my cheeks from smiling to hard,He makes me everything I was scared of trying to be,Like a me that had finally escaped from being locked away,I look down at my feet burden in sand and close my eyes,I'm still standing stuck,But I can feel myself flying in love with his soul,I think it's more to what you feel,But more what the heart decides, Because the heart has its own mind.
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2b2b2 says: Great Capture....thanks for sharing....ONE |
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Never Ending MomentsSparks popping in the sky, I stare loving every spark as my heart beats slow,I look to my right...I look to my right and saw that face,Sparks reflecting from your eyes,That smile that makes my heart skip a beat,It's like that moment becomes slow,I get nervous all over again,My stomach filled with giggly butterflies,A fire burning in my cheeks from smiling to hard,He makes me everything I was scared of trying to be,Like a me that had finally escaped from being locked away,I look down at my feet burden in sand and close my eyes,I'm still standing stuck,But I can feel myself flying in love with his soul,I think it's more to what you feel,But more what the heart decides, Because the heart has its own mind. |
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