𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Cat's Got My Tongue

I wanna talk to you, but nerves tie my tongue,

lost in those blue eyes where midnight's begun.

They're deep like the sky, mysterious and dark,

a place I get lost, like a spark in the stars.

Your voice is soft—one word, and I'd faint,

a melody low, brushing faint like paint.

Most people don't see you, just say you're strange,

but I'd be an outcast in your world any day.

Maybe one day I'll find my voice,

but for now, I linger in the noise

of unspoken words and daydreamed views—

a quiet, nervous world just for us two.