Micheal Angel, by Caitlin_Californication
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You were sent into my life at the perfect time.
From one ex and to save me from my latest, you sweet me
right off my feet.
I don't love you yet but I'm ready for that prospect.
Sing me to sleep sweetly while you strum your guitar.
I can't imagine laying alone anymore.
But you've gone off to Nashville for a week, how am I going
to sleep?
It's 1 AM and I need you now plays quietly in my
headphones.
I can see your deep green eyes and I wish that I could be
with you tonight.
You're not a country boy but you have that Lone Ranger feel
that draws me deep into those moss laden pools.
But miles don't mean anything.
I'd start walking right now if I knew my weary feet would
lead me to your hotel door.
13 hours away and I still can feel your warm touch and miss
you with all my heart.
If I can make these 7 days and not die from the loneliness
then I believe myself to be the strongest person on the
planet.
Micheal Angel you owe me five more minuets.
I will collect these when you touch down back into
Pennsylvania and back into my arms where you belong.
Catt |
Posted: 2010-05-08 05:21:14 UTC |
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