She stood at the edge of the room
as if the walls held memories
and not just paint.
He spoke with hands more than words,
fingers tracing the outline of a world
only they could see.
There was no need to name the feeling.
It hummed between them
......
"this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away,
blew me away "
you know the song babe ?
I can barely write
but with this perfect twist of fate
I can compose not only words but music too
......
She stood at the edge of the room
as if the walls held memories
and not just paint.
He spoke with hands more than words,
fingers tracing the outline of a world
only they could see.
There was no need to name the feeling.
It hummed between them
......
"this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away,
blew me away "
you know the song babe ?
I can barely write
but with this perfect twist of fate
I can compose not only words but music too
......