I already posted this maybe a month and a half ago but I changed the third verse a little and added a hook....enjoy.....cunce
I wonder what she'd do,
If she only knew,
I wonder how she'd respond
If I told her when she' gone
That I lose it all
I wonder what this song proves at all,
Dear Bre, please hear me,
You got a smile that makes me freeze in my tracks,
And Bre, your breeze distracts,
It distracts and your breeze makes,
Me stop and each of my knees shakes,
Your like a majestic bird who sings pride,
So tell me Bre, where do your wings hide,
Your sweet voice is like a birdies song,
I look at you, and see sturdy and strong,
You imprisons my pages with ink about you,
My mind engages, when I think about you,
Your like a dove when it takes flight,
Every wrong, youre the one that makes it right,
You make all my sad days all right,
And make my mind in a haze, all bright,
I don't know why you wear those glasses,
Each lense hides your eyes,
Like sand glistening on a beach,
and then the tides rise,
Your sun rays flash,
As each days past,
When you swept me off my feet,
I knew I may crash,
My beating heart slows down, cause she takes half,
She got a laugh, that makes you laugh,
She makes my night day,
My sadness happy right away,
Bre on a all bright cloud, with a harp and halo,
She even makes my dark day glow,
She puts me on cloud eleven,
The type of angel, that makes a proud heaven,
Your beautiful bright smile,
Makes me write a while,
But soon turns lines to pages,
The thought of you imprisons my mind in cages,
I wanna see your brown hair,
I traveled to your heart, let me tell you what I found there,
You have flowing hair, without showing you care,
I feel your presence, without knowing your there,
You resonate beauty, like a growing glair,
But I worry, about this and that,
Like if I kissed you, would you kiss back,
But when I look into your blue eyes,
I see a reflection and two skies,
I see them and I gasp for air,
I ask and swear, this will be my very last stair,
When you leave, I miss you speak,
I would walk across the desert, without water,
For a kiss on the cheek,
Or I would walk to the tip of this peak,
And shout your name until my lip was weak,
Or I would hold you forever, until my grip was weak,
And if our lips ever do meet,
I'll write a song about that, with a new beat,