miss honest

A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Star

I lay awake in this paling night
Every second poisoned with light
Every moment closer to day
It is torture to know you are dying.
But before I leave the sky barren
Look at me O man!
Before I vanish and day comes
Before dreams wake up
Before the alarm rings
Drink in my beauty
Save a line of verse for me
Love me one last time.