not what you wantedi wanted to tell you aboutyesterday. and how i sawa shooting star and a faceon the moon that remindsme of my grandfather.i wanted to tell you howi fell on the grass atsunset and it was poeticallybeautiful. but you'donly tell me that i wasbeautiful and then let the windblow away what my eyes see.i wish you loved lookingup at the fragments ofrocks scattered acrossthe sky. or loved to watch theclouds go past for twelve hoursstraight, but you'd getbored after two.i wish i had asked youwhat your favourite numberis and what colour yourtoothbrush was. my numberis 52. and now you can thinkof me every ti
Also please tell your sister she has beautiful eyes.
Her eyelashes are interminably gorgeous.