Little SecretsHe asked me where I got my name
I answered with a smile
Can one not dream, and wait ‘till day?
And end this war with style?
To think the things we dare not say,
And ask the things we dare not know?
To write a poem without ink,
And end this show with so much woe.
UnusualAngel 22-25, F 1 Jan 15, 2013