You and I were sat by the ocean under the new moon...
You asked me if I thought you loved me and our...
Saying goodbye to you is the most difficult thing
Don’t know when we would meet again and then...
All I saw were
your curves...
Why me
Me now...
I want to be vulnerable
Open and emotional...
Lost in thought, in a comfortale daze
My thoughts seem scattered, my sanity caged...
I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...
Kissing the moon is
impossible...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...
I dream of you
in jazz...
I still remember the awkward moment when we first...
That look, that froze me and rooted me when you...
I walked towards you and you turned around to hug...
It was a hug that felt that forever we are meant...