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...
Saturday, March 18, 2006
i hate what i love...
i love what i hate...
~ tennis guy ~ tennis guy ~
moment enchanted @19:19