Counting on...
We had Ten days for luck; to find our own. There were signs fast above, while on your phone.
Tell me Two hours enough, with breathing in. That comfort spreading sure, to come again.
Stretch Five minutes to Nine, a grip too strong. When these words brush your hair, and sing their song.
My Three seconds for you, this subtle touch. Now your hand soft in mine, wanting so much.
Our one moment to share, eyes brown and blue. This kiss be forever, a dream with you.
-Marwy
Tell me Two hours enough, with breathing in. That comfort spreading sure, to come again.
Stretch Five minutes to Nine, a grip too strong. When these words brush your hair, and sing their song.
My Three seconds for you, this subtle touch. Now your hand soft in mine, wanting so much.
Our one moment to share, eyes brown and blue. This kiss be forever, a dream with you.
-Marwy