Beautifully out of place

Beautifully out of place
She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended to be. Like the moon during the day.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Lyrics of an imaginary song

Breathe deep,
Hold on, I will come.
Someday, through time,
I'm on my way.
Hold on! Don't give up!
Sooner or later,
Sooner rather later,
Hold on! I will hold you soon,
In my heart and in my arms,
To never let you go again.

We will collide one day,
To be locked into each other,
Sooner or later,
Sooner rather later,
Hold on! 
I will make you smile,
Again. 
I will erase your tears,
So you never cry,
Again.
Hold on!

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