Un Simple Histoire
Would the world ever stop long enough to give you that one open moment.
Can we think of such a careful dream, found far beyond the sweet whispers past the surface of our lips. The observation of your presence is a star far more ranked by distance; I carry deep within a coat pocket.
Coat pocket. Where smiles hide, smiles shine and smiles thrive. A pocket for my cards, I carry a smile like you would your heart.
So many times I have pushed away, from saying your name -- where thoughts cover my mind, different than a fog, rather story of fantasy, worlds farther than time.
To discover, is not to unmask what you think you have as Mine. Truth is drifted by opposition to the exquisite sight of different thought.
Everything is real, that you are willing to accept. Or is it?
R
Can we think of such a careful dream, found far beyond the sweet whispers past the surface of our lips. The observation of your presence is a star far more ranked by distance; I carry deep within a coat pocket.
Coat pocket. Where smiles hide, smiles shine and smiles thrive. A pocket for my cards, I carry a smile like you would your heart.
So many times I have pushed away, from saying your name -- where thoughts cover my mind, different than a fog, rather story of fantasy, worlds farther than time.
To discover, is not to unmask what you think you have as Mine. Truth is drifted by opposition to the exquisite sight of different thought.
Everything is real, that you are willing to accept. Or is it?
R