Monday, March 7, 2011

Wishful Thinking

In the midst of the night
Our voices entwine

Through time and music, buzzing through screens.
The tapping of my fingers against the keyboard.

And I remember the silence,
That I want you to be apart of.

You don't realize that you're wanted..
By the one you just spent last night staring at.

2 comments:

rivercat said...

beautiful

Brittany said...

Thank you. I appreciate all of you're feedback!

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