Oct 23, 2010 01:27
Voices outside my window
The soft chit chat
Oh, the moon that glows..
Against my cheek.
Making me powerless.
The whispers..
Inside.
I never want to speak
Again.
Don't hide.
Gentle breeze..
Whip the glass!
Awaken me,
From endless trance.
Embrace this sacrifice
With just a glance
Of my heart.
And if I ever should speak
Of love again
It will be
Deeply.
And if I ever fall
And trust again
It will be
pure.
Let the sun find me
Yet one more day
Let my soul be heard.
~Imperfect me.