by greenEyedgal

Created on: October 12, 2009

Has one's heart ached so deep, so dull

Her innermost depth's feel unknown?

Without the sunshine of his whisper, the drum of his intentions are all she grasps.

Tears cloud her vision

Reality ultimately clear.

Has one's heart ached so deep, so dull

Her innermost depth feels unknown?

Without the anticipation, glimmer of his desire

The drum of his vocals are all she grasps.

Stolen moments

Hidden shadows of what could become beautifully known.

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