I'm Sold

Reaching for a star.

I see your eyes.

They're warm.

And tied.

 

In my heart.

On my mind.

From night, sweet dreams,

To rise and shine.

 

Did I know,

That you were going to come?

No.

Becuase your not like most, but some.

 

My hand.

It no longer sways at my side.

It's in yours.

And we glide.

 

My lips.

Are no longer left cold.

They're pressed against yours.

And I'm sold.