Before I sleep, I glimpse at my star.
It twinkles under where my lashes are.
Only to whisper about who you are.
“He’s just a friend my dear” said the star.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
Before I sleep, I glimpse at my star.
It twinkles under where my lashes are.
Only to whisper about who you are.
“He’s just a friend my dear” said the star.
