Tuesday, 22 April 2014

You Make Me Sing to the Radio.

Coffee and shows
In the summer,
And the snow,
That I hold on to let go.

Those few memories
Feel like enough,
Until we run out
Of ground beneath us.

What can we do
when it's not like before?

I close my eyes
Let them roll
Pick up my towel
And play the radio

So what do I do
When I'm not there anymore?

You make me sing
For every little moment
That we don't share
Each drop stings
Like I'm leaving 
You again

So I pick up my towel
And play the radio
And I hold on
While you let go.