Whatever high the sky

Tell The World To Stop Turning Tell The Sky Not To Be Blue Tell The Rain To Stop Falling But Do not Tell Me To Stop Missing You
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday, – The tree is living yet.
The spaces between your fingers are meant to be filled with mine.
I saw you. I liked you. Our small or stupid conversations mean more than you know. I still get excited, even when you just glance at me. But you leave me hanging… Tell me something I want to hear.
The moment I first saw you, you warmed my heart, the second time you made little flames and now you make my heart burn like hell!