Every little, lost dream,
Every little everything.
Never did I stop to think.
You were where they were leading me.
They've lead me straight to where you are,
Taking me evey where we'll be,
Showing me what eveything meant,
Telling us it was you and me.
God Bless that little moment,
The one that brought me close to you,
The one I swear I'll never forget,
Sitting there, right next to you.
YOU ARE READING
Poured Out on Paper
PoetryCAUTION: This is a collection of my deepest thoughts and feelings. Half of it will NOT make sense to you. Handle with care, because this is my entire heart.... *Poured Out on Paper.*
