Mania Mor

How about i write you a happy poem In a world where we are still together In our little beach house Where we would watch the sun set While listening to country music As the breeze runs through your hair How about we make it happen All i have to do is fix my pride All you have to do is pick up your phone But then again It's not a time for miracles Because if it was You would still believe that little is enough I would still trust you We would still be singing along to Bob Dylan As he struggles to get into our little heaven