there is those moments of passion
when beauty is so pure
that a man like me completly forgets.
He forgets where he is, where he is going, who he is
But reminds them, that they are nothing
compared to the beauty of a women.
This writing doesnt rime
it wasn't created by my romantic mind
and there is no place here for stupid lines
but i still have to tell you
if we can pretend that airplanes in the night spy are like shooting stars
you were flying in every plane i saw.
these past few hours
i'm writing this with the ink of my pen.
every time a gut writes you something beautiful
all i have to tell you is watch out
because you're just living a moment of passion.
like i told you,
this wasn't created by my romantic side
it's created by this passionit ride
that gives me that smile
your smile
this was written by the ink of my pen,
you were the ink to my pen.
