2003-08-29
prettiness
i want to whisper prettiness into yr ear
and tell you about all the things ive seen
i want to hold yr hand skipping down the street
and show you all the things ive seen
i want to kiss your lips in the middle of a snowy field
and hear the crunch crunch of it under wellington boots
i want to lay on the roof of my car on a summers evening and count the stars we see
and for each one i count i wish i could tell you i loved you
i want to tell you whats in my heart and whats in my soul
yet this prettiness is meant for you
so you can never hear my thoughts
thissidedown at 11:41 p.m.