Crinkly eyes


Deep in my heart a memory lies
of a girl I once knew with crinkly eyes
it conjures up visions of a girl so sweet
of the things that we’d do and the places we’d meet

I remember a feeling so warm and secure
and I still see her face so lovely and pure
I remember the songs we called our own
and the tiny room that we used to call home

It causes me pain ’cause I see her no more
and I jump when the phone rings or there’s a knock at the door
I yearn for the day when I’ll see her again
but I can’t help but wonder if I’m waiting in vain


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