NotBilla1
“I trace the outlines of your grace,
A silent ghost within your space.
You are the sun, bright and free,
Never knowing you’re the light in me.
I keep my words in a locked-tight chest,
Where all my "I love yous" go to rest.
To you, I’m just a friendly breeze,
While you’re the roots, and I’m the leaves.
It’s a quiet ache, a soft, sweet blue,
To be so close, yet miles from you.”