I'm just past my 8th cloud
14 miles high,
and hell, not a moment to late.
It's late, I'm thinking of you,
of the way you smile,
of the way you look at my face.
I want to call you
I want to see you.
I'm always with you.
here in this place.
I want to call you
I want to hear you.
I'm always with you
even miles away.
Forgive my lips, please.
because they find joy,
in the most, unusual place.
And now I'm quiet,
well, not so quiet,
humming something for you to take.
I want to call you
I want to hear you.
I'm always with you,
even this late.
I want to call you
I want to see you.
I'm always with you,
here and away.
And, oh God, I love you.
I want to kiss you.
please, always be with me,
through my mistakes.
Oh god, I love you,
I want to be with you.
Forever, and ever
and ever, and ever.
Always. |
Submission Name: 16 On the Road to Honolulu
