June 27
When I was young
I dreamed that someday
I would lie on the sofa next to you
As your absently lay your hand on my head
And ran your fingers through my curls
Talking about something
as I drifted in and out of sleep
On a Saturday afternoon.
June 27
When I was young
I dreamed that someday
I would lie on the sofa next to you
As your absently lay your hand on my head
And ran your fingers through my curls
Talking about something
as I drifted in and out of sleep
On a Saturday afternoon.