There are songs that no one sings
Yet they are still heard as melodies
And smiles no one paints
But it doesn't mean we can't call that art
And then there is my heart.
How it quivers at the sound of your name,
and how it loses itself in the thought of your smile.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
There are songs that no one sings
Yet they are still heard as melodies
And smiles no one paints
But it doesn't mean we can't call that art
And then there is my heart.
How it quivers at the sound of your name,
and how it loses itself in the thought of your smile.
