Is it love that is a lie or perhaps the lovers who lie, to this day I wouldn’t know but the idea of lying… next to some girl that is. Lying With Love, call it pretending but to lie with someone, a pretty girl; the lie that I love or I’m not alone.
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Loving our way… how many footsteps
Walking, laying, a game of footsy
Still like we first met
Looking down at our feet
Your eyes, my dream
Let’s not go anywhere today
Bathed in sunbeams
Loving our way
Words whispered and secrets kept
How I want to believe
I’m lying here… to accept
This reality
You and me
There are words I long to say
Going where our hearts lead
Loving our way
My heartbeat leapt
When I knew we would be
I still haven’t slept
Don’t want to miss a thing
You’re everything
“I love you” to hear you say
What I long to see
Loving our way
Becoming free
Sooner, later, someday
One and we
Loving our way
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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