Have I been talking to myself?
Or are you really listening?
This silence is only displeasing.
Have I been moving too fast?
Or are you too slow?
This distance is only increasing.
Please, talk to me,
Open up with what’s bothering you.
I’m standing here, confused,
Unable to tell the difference
Between lucid dreams and the truth.
Please, tell me
Don’t keep it all to yourself.
I’m here, trying to hold on
To your hand as we walk,
Holding tight so we don’t get lost.
If you think I missed out on something,
Tell me,
And I’ll do it all the way around.
If you think I’m moving too fast for you,
Tell me,
And I’ll slow down.
2 comments:
Very beautiful... what I love with your stuff is that you never get predictable. You always write something that differs, something that is unique and stands out. This is really beautiful, it makes me feel safe, or something; gives me bit of hope. Very nice ayan :)
awww! ^^
thank you becky!
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