ab1I only miss you when the sun goes down
oh your voice is my favorite sound
swaying like the palm trees
you and me we’re poetry
painting stories with our lips

You’re like a wave washing over me
pulling me underneath
sinking slowly,
You’re like a wave washing over me
I’ll stay underneath
drifting slowly

Hey Hey
oh Hey

 

About The Author

Bianca Alysse is an incurable music junkie, who lives for dance, art, and urban culture. She has worked alongside some of the most ingenious entertainment moguls. Her ink covered hands grabbed her BA in Journalism and ran to New York City.

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