who are you to stay?
it's hard to push you away.
leave me here to cry,
sooner or later I will rot and die.
but you're different, are you?
you're here no matter what I do.
but maybe you're just temporary,
because I will soon be in a cemetery.
or maybe you're here cause you don't know,
all the secrets that I don't show.
you puzzle me and make me think,
when I'm standing on the brink.
but now I know what to feel,
I don't want to make this deal.
and maybe I should say tonight,
thank you for being in this fight.
even if you're just staring,
my words to you are worth sharing.
but farewell for now,
thanks for the chat anyhow.
- see you through another coincidence
YOU ARE READING
loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
