dedicated to the b.o.b.
courtesy of b.t.s
Do you want him to be outside, in the cool night, where the stars gravitate toward you.
Do you want him to be outside, in the cool night, where the fog wraps itself around you.
Do you want him to be outside, in the sunshine, where the clouds take their places for you.
And the wind and snow, and the rain that blows; none of those would matter much
without you.
As long as it's talking with you, talk of the weather will do.
Do you want him to be outside, in the cool night where the stars gravitate
toward you.
Do you want him to be outside, in the sunshine where the song keeps itself
inside you.
And the wind and snow, and the rain that blows; none of those would matter much
without you.
Nobody's hoping for better days;
Noone knows what to do.
You're okay in your secret place,
Noone bothering you.
It might save time if I meet you there,
but I don't care, I'd rather wait for you .
When noone's home and the weather's fine,
I'd rather wait for you
When noone's home and the weather's fine,
I'd rather wait for you.
courtesy of b.t.s
Do you want him to be outside, in the cool night, where the stars gravitate toward you.
Do you want him to be outside, in the cool night, where the fog wraps itself around you.
Do you want him to be outside, in the sunshine, where the clouds take their places for you.
And the wind and snow, and the rain that blows; none of those would matter much
without you.
As long as it's talking with you, talk of the weather will do.
Do you want him to be outside, in the cool night where the stars gravitate
toward you.
Do you want him to be outside, in the sunshine where the song keeps itself
inside you.
And the wind and snow, and the rain that blows; none of those would matter much
without you.
Nobody's hoping for better days;
Noone knows what to do.
You're okay in your secret place,
Noone bothering you.
It might save time if I meet you there,
but I don't care, I'd rather wait for you .
When noone's home and the weather's fine,
I'd rather wait for you
When noone's home and the weather's fine,
I'd rather wait for you.
thetotalm:
Really nice poem...I'm not good with meaning but it seems nice and quaint. Now since I have accepted your friendship you must call me...........Godffather.
adelina:
mmhmmm b. o. b. ♥'s you