Pupils were drawn to a gridded sheet, Hands rustled pages as I counted weeks. For good or bad, time seemed to fly, 'Tis short 22 weeks since I last saw your eyes.
In lights and not sound, Talking isn't quite right. But when you're not around, It just has to suffice.
These dots in my eyes. They hep me get by. They remind me of her, Who lives 300kms high.
Her schedule and mine Rarely sync or fit. But when we find time, I love her to bits.
I believe tech is great, Yet want a life of my own. When those I care about are around, I put down my phone.
And instead of being a post to agree with the message portrayed in the video link, I ended up writing about the last time I saw you, and about the girl I like. I'm clearly very good at staying on track :P Feel free to remove this garbage ^_^
Pupils were drawn to a gridded sheet,
ReplyDeleteHands rustled pages as I counted weeks.
For good or bad, time seemed to fly,
'Tis short 22 weeks since I last saw your eyes.
In lights and not sound,
Talking isn't quite right.
But when you're not around,
It just has to suffice.
These dots in my eyes.
They hep me get by.
They remind me of her,
Who lives 300kms high.
Her schedule and mine
Rarely sync or fit.
But when we find time,
I love her to bits.
I believe tech is great,
Yet want a life of my own.
When those I care about are around,
I put down my phone.
And instead of being a post to agree with the message portrayed in the video link, I ended up writing about the last time I saw you, and about the girl I like. I'm clearly very good at staying on track :P
Feel free to remove this garbage ^_^
-FallingFeathers