Feel free to write your troubles onnapkins, to spill tea from yourtrembling hands, to close your eyesuntil you're used to the darkness andplay around ..
He is whispers and soft humming,he is sunny days outsideand cold days in bed.He is genuine smiles and sincere eyes,he is the iridescent oil spots on c..
For a split second we look away.There is nothing as tragic as unnoticed love,nothing as tragic as misunderstandings.Look at the stars,count them and l..