Dear, your eyes are not the stars
They are not the stars
Though when we watched the cars
Blur along the highway
I felt you
And when the red tip of your cigarette
Crumbled in the river
I knew that we were fine
Because the stars in the sky
Were always too distant
To compare to what I knew,
Could never be so far
Archive for May, 2009
I keep your light pressed in a book
Posted in Love and Some Verses on May 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
