I 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Hey oh Hey One Response Tamar March 26th, 2015 She is poetry Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ