The seventy five cents I put into the machine, was meant for washing clothes...But as I stand here breathless, awaiting my prize I can't seem to find ..
A burnt sienna sunsetJust before a blanket of starsThe sound of a thousand tropical birdsIn a symphony of happinessSoft hands and a gentle kiss goodni..
I want his eyesTo be the first thingI see each morningI want his laugh toEcho in my headThe crinkles in theCorners when he smilesWill stay in my heart..
There is nothing wrong with being kind.The world, will say there is.Oh they'll tease you, and say "you have no spine." Or "you are always too gentle."..