With her feet up high swinging ever so lightly,
if only she could feel the wind kissing her toes.
With her hands being held,she’s lost in melancholy,
if only only she could let its presence grow.
Sighing and screaming asking for an escape,
if only she could feel the constant ebb and flow.
Looking to the stars for her perfect meaning
If only she could sink in and brace the halo.
For holding, catching, supporting and crawling
He don’t need no Ovation .
He’d do it all again, over and over again ,
if only she could spare him minute worth of attention.
#6 Don’t ever become numb to those flashing torches to slap you back into reality.
Don’t ever hold on to your griefs so tightly that what you have slips away,ever so slowly.