Sunday, September 5, 2010

Retracting Butterflies

Your face, it lights up my day
your voice, my head stopped spinning
your smile, everything’s okay now
your words make my heart stop aching
match made in paradise , perfection has its price
600 miles away ,
smiles fade away , because at the end of the day
I’m here, your there
and that’s not anywhere , we should be anywhere
but where our anywhere is the same where as the other’s same where which is anywhere but where we are .