The Song Inside
Posted: May 24th, 2015, 11:54 pm
Bare feet in the sand;
Hair blowin in the wind;
Reaching for your hand;
Lovin you without end.
The heat upon my skin;
Slight breeze rushes by;
What's this tide coming in;
Enough to make me fly.
You sweep me off my feet
Night turns to day;
Nothing else can be so sweet
With the words you never have to say.
An older poem but still one of my favorites. Enjoy y'all.
Hair blowin in the wind;
Reaching for your hand;
Lovin you without end.
The heat upon my skin;
Slight breeze rushes by;
What's this tide coming in;
Enough to make me fly.
You sweep me off my feet
Night turns to day;
Nothing else can be so sweet
With the words you never have to say.
An older poem but still one of my favorites. Enjoy y'all.
