Monday, 4 March 2013


As much as I would like to tell you
The words inside my mind every time
I see you
It would be much better if I held my tongue
At least then, we can hold this fragile bubble of
Perfection tight without fear that a stray word
Should shatter it asunder
Send us running in opposite directions
Truth or lie; does it matter?
I’m just happy to see you smile