Sunday, February 23rd, 2014

The first time you looked at me,
Like I could move mountains,
And stop waves,
And rip the skies open,
I knew that was what I wanted,
Out of life.
How terrible sad,
That I'll have to look all my life,
For something I already found.
How terrible sad it is,
How much I wish everyday,
That you still looked at me like that.