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Kätzchen · 05-07-2011, 07:55 AM

Blue Bird Theory in Three Tings

*Ting, Ting, Ting*

From waterfalls to paddling to night-swimming in a pool
To ‘funny you should ask:’

That night, while sitting on a bar stool
Your blue eyes sparkled with mystery, and
Your beautiful pearly smile carried me across
The skies of a desert, rippling with white-hot sand

Well – ‘little did you know’ – back when we first met
I took a sip of your whiskey and I made a simple bet.

*Ting, Ting*

‘Knock, Knock,’ you came a calling
Whispering these beautiful words:

I’ll fall asleep tonight
See where they take me
Fly with the maple seeds
See if she wakes me

Counting down – 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 – in light years
Buzzing like a bee, you were, in my ears!

*Ting*

“Thy words have I hidden in my heart
That I might not sin against thee:”

I may not know where I’m going (baby)
I said, I may not know what I need
One thing, one thing’s for certain (baby)
I know what I want . . . I want you

And, thirteen moons later like the heavens in a storybook night
I rehearse your words that cause the strings of my heart to take flight.

05-07-2011, 07:55 AM	#11
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Relationship Status: Attached <3 Join Date: May 2010 Location: In a very small community Posts: 16,330 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,211 Thanked 33,663 Times in 10,749 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	*Because today is very special* Blue Bird Theory in Three Tings Ting, Ting, Ting From waterfalls to paddling to night-swimming in a pool To ‘funny you should ask:’ That night, while sitting on a bar stool Your blue eyes sparkled with mystery, and Your beautiful pearly smile carried me across The skies of a desert, rippling with white-hot sand Well – ‘little did you know’ – back when we first met I took a sip of your whiskey and I made a simple bet. Ting, Ting ‘Knock, Knock,’ you came a calling Whispering these beautiful words: I’ll fall asleep tonight See where they take me Fly with the maple seeds See if she wakes me Counting down – 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 – in light years Buzzing like a bee, you were, in my ears! Ting “Thy words have I hidden in my heart That I might not sin against thee:” I may not know where I’m going (baby) I said, I may not know what I need One thing, one thing’s for certain (baby) I know what I want . . . I want you And, thirteen moons later like the heavens in a storybook night I rehearse your words that cause the strings of my heart to take flight.