My gray skies.

February 25, 2011
By Anonymous

If I asked yu to,
would you sing me to sleep?
And hold me tight,
through all the bad dreams.
Whenever you are near,
everything gets clearer.
We could be stuck in traffic
or caught in bad weather.
Nothing seems to matter,
as long as we're together.
Who needs sunshine,
when you break through these gray skies.

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