last night I touched a star,
I heard the sound of a sweet guitarif the world was ending
I would look for your arms
and your pretty smile
everything about you that keeps me aliveyou'll always be the poem I can't write
'cause you're written by the stars
YOU ARE READING
just some poems
Poetry"I wish my eyes could take pictures so I would have a gallery full of you"
sweet guitar
last night I touched a star,
I heard the sound of a sweet guitarif the world was ending
I would look for your arms
and your pretty smile
everything about you that keeps me aliveyou'll always be the poem I can't write
'cause you're written by the stars