Get Away
Let's just go away someplace
And get away from here
Just you and I get on a plane
And let the pilots steer
We'll find out when we get there
Just where they steered us to
Enjoy this place called somewhere
Where nothing's what we have to do
We could simply sit and talk all day
And far into the night
We could share a clove, drink herbal tea
And all would be just right
And when we got too tired
When it was time to shut the light
We'd fall asleep in each other's arms
Your face my eye's last sight
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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