Thursday, February 16, 2012

time..

I see him as he is swiftly walking in, I'm struck-ed by the sight of his clear sparkly blue eyes
his soft brown curly hair his smooth to the touch pale skin and this smile of his, oh his smile could light up the whole room
i wish i could say he was mine, mine forever to keep, to sweep me off my feet
but you see, theirs this number that keeps us apart it would seem so wrong to even start
but in a couple years it wouldn't even be notice so whats the difference in it
to me it seems right of course because its my life but other would disagree
why is it so wrong in the present when in the future it would be normal swear everything has to be so formal