prancing down the ocean line with my toes between the sand
skipping like the little girl that wanders without a care
seashells and sunsets, ahh the simple life
wings spread wide, watch her fly
life is a holiday
reality shall wait
and as the stars twinkle and glow
exposing the endless view in to tomorrow
laying in the dampness of the grass becomes the only thing
you can see it all here
before, after and forever
these seconds compounded to last in the eternity of memory
caught in the butterfly net, exactly where i should be
I'm sure you are tired of me by now, but this is good stuff. You need an agent or something. Don't forget me when you're famous, lol
ReplyDeleteMORE PLEASE!
ReplyDelete;)