Oh, the infamous Zodiac bloggerwho foretells of life and loveby the glittering stars…
He asked me what makes me love him so much?
It is a whisper,a crescent moon,a single guiding star
The jokes are funny, maybe. You wouldn’t know, for your mind tunes in momentarily, then out, sneaking a peak of me…
When they say love, it may be a sandwich from the corner deli,favorite sweater worn to tattered sleevescat curled in afternoon…
