I write IV
You scream
I yell
We sulk
There's silence
I want to talk
But I know you won't
I turn the other way
There's silence
I want you to make the first move
You want me to give in
Neither budges an inch
There's silence
My thoughts
Straining against the confines of my mind
Pushing through my fingertips
Waiting to be set free
I write.
I yell
We sulk
There's silence
I want to talk
But I know you won't
I turn the other way
There's silence
I want you to make the first move
You want me to give in
Neither budges an inch
There's silence
My thoughts
Straining against the confines of my mind
Pushing through my fingertips
Waiting to be set free
I write.
posted by ShaluBhuchar at
9:04 PM
1 Comments:
:)
Beautiful.
It is hard to let go and to be really free, at times.
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