• where our hearts are entwined
    where the rivers run deep

    I'll be thinking of you
    In my tranzic sleep

    In a future of kids
    in a house on the hill

    I'll be thinking of you
    without much will



    (to the readers....
    I was going to complete this.... but the girl happened to look over my shoulder....
    she knew i wrote of her.... this still pends and so does her opinion....)

    -will continue later.....-