Wednesday, 16 November 2011

:/

So how come when I reach out my finger,
It feels like more than distance between us?
In this California King Bed,
We're ten thousand miles apart,
And I've been California wishing on these stars,
For your heart, for me.

Just when I felt like giving up on us,
You turned around and gave me one last touch,
That made everything feel better,
And even then my eyes got wetter,
So confused wanna ask you if you love me,
But I don't wanna seem so weak.

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