Angie--singleojhs
The grey began to fade,
As the colours filled the sky,
The chill began to warm,
As the sun began to rise.
A lost girl found direction,
As the eastern orb rose high,
The dark sky turned to blue,
Like the colour of his eyes.
Dark turned to light,
Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found,
That's when I met you
As the colours filled the sky,
The chill began to warm,
As the sun began to rise.
A lost girl found direction,
As the eastern orb rose high,
The dark sky turned to blue,
Like the colour of his eyes.
Dark turned to light,
Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found,
That's when I met you
Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear
[Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If they aren't there the first time, chances are you won't ever need them again