The Force The force of the plane taking off It throws you back into your seat Rockets down the runway And then you fly like the wind The time on the plane is difficult The force of her pulling me to her body One thing is on my mind A girl A girl that I haven’t met A girl that I want Every bump in the air scares me The wonder of what my trip will be like The wondering of what she looks like This one won’t get away from me too fast The ride is almost over The lights below shine into my eyes Into my brain Thoughts of a fantasy A perfect trip about to begin She is going to conquer my heart A dream A dream that rockets down the runway It throws you back as the plane touches down Feelings of excitement I need someone I won’t stop till I find someone Walking down the terminal A call A call from her A call from dream girl I keep moving Not stopping for anything Almost home The force of being pulled into someone’s special arms The force of her pulling me to her The force
Reason for writing:
It's funny how I haven't even met this girl, but I write about her so much. I am going home to her, and am going to make her world turn much faster...
Birth sign: Scorpio
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