When I fly, without wings
Miracle isn’t it?
But I do, everytime I’m with you.
When I sing, with a parched throat,
yet it turns out to be melodious.
Miracle, is it for me?Or is it just you,
When I dance with a bruise,
graceful it turns out to be.
Is it a lie or is it just you
When I sleep
I dream of colors,the one that suits you
Am I sleep deprived, or is it just you…
Tried my luck with emotions..a million thanks to the million movies out there! So I guess I would write this one for my pen:) pen and paper per-se:)