How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
The spaces between our fingers were created so that another person''s fingers could fill them in. Hope you''ll find your dream hand to hold you forever.
Measured By Miles
You Are Far From Me,
Measured By Thoughts
You Are Closer To Me,
Measurd By Closd Eyes
You Are Wid Me,
&
Measurd By Heart
You Are In Me... <-:
