Not in the Dictionary


I see shooting stars that create feelings of ecstasy.
Sparks fly high in the air.
Words fail to show what is deeply guarded in my heart,
Fingers slip apart into the heavy gravity of the air.

Sparks fly high in the air.
Salty tears streaming down our cheeks onto our lips,
As fingers slip apart into the heavy gravity of the air
At the end of the day spent in his arms.

Salty tears streaming down our cheeks onto our lips,
The word to describe this is not in the dictionary.
At the end of the day spent in his arms,
A feeling of tranquility rushes through my blood.

The word to describe this is not in the dictionary.
I see a shooting star that creates feelings of ecstasy.
As a feeling of tranquility rushes through my blood,
Words fail to show what is deeply guarded in my heart.

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