Write.

Whispers of words and silent glances. The wanted stares and batting of lashes. The flirtacious grin and the want of stares. Handing out hand held moments and the unspoken words. The unheard of moments and loud smiles. The wanted warmth from the chill of the night, hopeful hearts wishing on every star in the night sky. But as the night comes as the dried up tears moved on from one eye to another. Let the silly little girl play with her dolls for as long as wants, but now that she let go and let it collect dust, it's time for me to pick it up, clean it and treat it right. If the silly girl gets mad, a tantrum will never get it back. Here's one wish upon a star longed for, and it's getting nearer every step of the way and night. Blink. Wink. Blush. Smile. Wish. Hush. Blow. A. Kiss. Mwah.