When I stand on the tips of my toes
I can pretend I've always been
Taller than you
Even though
We both know
You're still taller than I
It was worth a try
Even standing next to you
Speaking for the sake of conversation
Just not picking the right words to say
At the exact right time
And I have to wait until the next time
Never knowing exactly when
Always as surprised to meet as I am
Never knowing when
Our paths will cross again
And if fate will allow
Getting closer to you
Somehow
No comments:
Post a Comment