Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

Fill my heart with the love resting in your palms

Fill my heart with the love resting in your palms

2am we meet again

and under the same circumstances?

Oh we really shouldn't make a habit of this

But I glimpsed the stars -

their beauty could match the universe

however I longed to catch the sweet, delicate caress

of each glimmering dream to call it my own,

Alas,

I could not quite reach

Those three simple words you whispered

worth more than a million unspoken,

brimming my heart with the love in my palms,

Oh how I pray I don't drop it

For the fragility could not survive

the immense pressure of the universe

but only the light caress of the stars