Your Silence
I sit in your silence, scared
waiting patiently for recognition
waiting patiently for recognition
For a word
For a breath
For a touch
For a breath
For a touch
But I am raw
Because i watch your hands instead
of writing
And listen for your breath instead
of breathing
of writing
And listen for your breath instead
of breathing
It's strange
how close to you i feel
how close to you i feel
And the need i have
to help you,
to make me smile
to help you,
to make me smile
And yet, I'm still sitting here,
waiting,
for you to let me
waiting,
for you to let me
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