I am the one last star
that keeps burning,
so brightly
till it fades into
the rising sun...
And if you see,
you'll see me shining
high above the sky...
I am the only one voice
in the cold wind,
that whispers...
And if you listen,
you'll hear me calling
across the sky...
Sunday, November 27, 2005
His tears flowed down my cheek.
I tasted them.
Im sorry. *as usual*
moment enchanted @01:58
