4.26.2011

Insert heavy sigh..

What I speak to the stars is between their glimmer and me.
What I cast into the night is our secret to keep.
What I cannot say for fear of breaking my own heart,
is for the endless reams of crumpled paper to feel.

2 comments:

Brilliantly Dull said...

But, what is it? :(

Lemon Girl said...

Worry not, nothing sad.