Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Butterflies


Walking down the street,
Staring at my feet...
... As I wonder about the past
And how moments with you would always last.
A day with you seemed like forever,
Maybe because we never thought of never.
We lived for that moment...
Like two kids with a warrant.
Always on the run, always doing something,
Like there was no tomorrow..*
Little we knew, there was no tomorrow.
And now we sit here aching.
*Like a daughter/fathers last dance...
Like a lovers last kiss...
... like a last chance,
We lived on that edge,
like we knew one day we'd miss.
And now we live with a wedge...
Missing eachother but yet far
So I sit in my bed and play songs in my guitar.
Songs that remind me of you,
Songs that make me cry on how happy you made me...
that make me wonder if you miss me too...
Songs that me feel butterflies in my tummy.