Airplane Mode
When I speak with you
I'm never blue
Imagine if we said, I do?
On cloud nine would I
Float happily by
Guitar and Bluebird in the sky
Atop your wings
I'll tell you things
While all the time my bluebird sings
And when we land
I'll take your hand
And hold it, wedding band to band
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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