Brandy Avery

(12-03-1987 / Sioux Falls sd)

~ The Cotten In The Sky ~


What do you see when you look at the cotton in the sky. When I stare at the clouds I won't see a lie. I see that beauty in your eyes. What do you see when you look at the sun. Do you dream of future family fun? When you think of the night, do you envision the twinkle of little lights? When you look at love, do you see the turtle doves? Is that the sign from the gods above. When I think of you, my heart beats faster and slower at the same time. Oh, so glad that you are mine. Someone like you is hard to find. Your always on my mind. Until we are grey and old, this isn't a game you pass and fold. Then we meet again at the gates made of gold.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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