Asia

Weird, isn't it?
The way that birds fly by,
The flavours of the sky
Telling my tongue to speak
And my fingers type.

They seem to
Remind me of you in a way
And the way that you say
Your thoughts in a smile
That strays upon your face.

You're the stranger
That might ment me no harm
But now that you have me charmed
You are becoming everything
That I don't need you to be.

There's a distance
Between Asia and Australia
Between me and what you saw
That is more than body alone.
You got me now.