Monday, September 22

Dreams of my Cowboy

Dirt lined finger tips
Grease streaked faded blue jeans falling to your hips
Work-boots that leave a footprint
every damn place you go
And I don't mind it at all

'Cause the way the sunlight hits your face
Lights the little spikes lining your jaw
Blue eyes lined in brown eyelashes
And all I'm thinking is, Oh My God
How did I get to this moment
Of watching a thing so bright
Resting next to me in cowboy gear
Setting my heart on fire

You're the story in my pages
The heartbeat of all my dreams
You're the pulse of every desire
My one and only for all my years

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