Wednesday, February 01, 2006
the fragility of her heart
made her someone who didn't express herself.
she would stand silently,
observing from afar,
smiling when he smiled,
laughing when he laughed,
silently dreaming of the day he would be hers.
the romantic she is,
the chauvinist he is,
worlds apart,
he walked her by.
she never dared,
courage wasn't her strong point.
the simple moments she shared,
were already sunsets at dawn
ample to soothe her soul.
just one of my inner thoughts.
'remember when we were alone and i was singing my song for you'
hazel
10:30 PM
