Thursday, June 18, 2009
There is a strange magic
To the words you whisper in the dark.
And your contented sighs in the dead of night
Are becoming the lullaby I can’t get to sleep without.
But now, your side of the bed is growing cold
And the silence is absolutely deafening.
This picture is from .Stellar. of Flickr
Posted by Destinee at 8:13 PM