seen not heard
the stars are too bright
and turn down the dancing melody
so i can simply breathe,
weep and think,
dream of lives that were meant to be.
still, soft, the warmth of your touch,
your voice calm, low, true
incites the force that created the world inside me,
the very power to make the sun
stand still, and all the earth besides.
i love you,
i don't know what to do.
i wrote it all for you.
1 comment:
I absolutely love your writing, Britt. Things on your blog have been wonderful to read. :) Thanks for sharing.
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