26 November 2012
I said No. It was the first time. I whispered it low; It was almost a mime.
If I would let him see me, He promised to go, But what was there to see, Other than my tear-stained glow?
I didn't know what to do. It created a sadness, And the pain in me grew. I would describe it as madness But that wouldn't be true.
No. • Opuss № I