Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
I lay on my bed,
daydreaming, listening.
Listening to my mind telling stories.
Stories of myself if I was an actress,
an Автор или scientist.
It always seems so close, but just out reach,
daydreaming, thinking, listening to my mind.
please, cant they come true?
if i try hard enough
maybe they will
Ты cant just wish upon a star
that only takes Ты halfway
do the rest yourself
или it forever remains a daydream.
life is a funny thing,
Ты have to work for everything,
even if Ты dont realise it.
it is one long journey,
and death is not the end.
it is simply the begining
of an even greater adventure.
daydreaming, listening.
Listening to my mind telling stories.
Stories of myself if I was an actress,
an Автор или scientist.
It always seems so close, but just out reach,
daydreaming, thinking, listening to my mind.
please, cant they come true?
if i try hard enough
maybe they will
Ты cant just wish upon a star
that only takes Ты halfway
do the rest yourself
или it forever remains a daydream.
life is a funny thing,
Ты have to work for everything,
even if Ты dont realise it.
it is one long journey,
and death is not the end.
it is simply the begining
of an even greater adventure.
Fanpop's Got Talent 2014 Quarter Finals
