Wednesday 17 January 2018


I speak of him
In silent whispers
Of broken words 
In a forgotten tongue
Words I have
Collected from the
Forlorn abyss of
My deep pitted desires
I wish I could
Send stars to him
In an envelope of love
But oh dear,
Even the brightest
Wouldn't shine as bright
As me
When you smile.

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