our scribbled song

He knocked on a rainy day

slipped a letter through the door

called out my name

and went away.

On the parchment were his worries and smiles

a few tear drops

a dried wallflower

and his smell that took me away a thousand miles.

I could hear him sing..

it's scribbled in the stars

we've gotta steal galaxies and call them ours

we belong together honey, it's been so long

listen to the ocean it sings the same song

So let's hold hands and sway

I've got sunshine I wanna give away

wanna touch your soul, wanna touch your skin

I'll always love you no matter where you've been.

So I pack my bags and tie my hair

seal the windows tight

blanket the beds

to tell you the truth, I really din care.

Rushed down the stairs

found him waiting there

with a red umbrella, glitter in his eyes

he promised only sweet dreams, no more nightmares.

And I could hear him sing..

it's scribbled in the stars

we've gotta steal galaxies and call them ours

we belong together, honey it's been so long

listen to the ocean it sings the same song

So let's hold hands and sway

I've got sunshine I wanna give away

wanna feel your soul, wanna feel your skin

I'll always love you no matter where you've been

O darling, but I'll love you, no matter where you've been.

Until we meet again,
Love, always
S

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