I didn't know how to sing
And you taught me
I was new in the city
And you told me you liked me
Oh, that week in Paris
How you looked at me and held my hand
How you thought you knew me before I was even on the plane
And now I'm gone but you're with me
I count
And I count
And I count
Every minute that you're not here.
YOU ARE READING
Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoetryJust another very thoughtful girl. *Spreading thoughts since 1996* (All poems are mine). All rights reserved.