writings with a passion, purpose, and principle...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Broadcast it to the void
Broadcast it to the void of space. I could stare for hours at your face. Whisper it under dim of the crowd. I can barely say I love you outloud. Grab a cliché like a spring coat I’ve got words stuck in my throat. Spend some time lost in thought, I’ve no idea the life you’ve wrought. Stop over and flash a smile my way I can’t tell you how you made my day.