speak to me. tell me what's on your mind. ask me things you want to know.
don't leave me in the dark, trying to bring light in by words that form sentences, i don't care about. don't make me have to have small talk with you, just to fill in the silence of our breathing. don't let me try and figure out how to form sentences with my twisted tongue, that can no longer say the things on my mind because I'm talking to you. i can't think straight, when i'm you. and, your silence doesn't help.
so, please. speak to me. tell me what's on your mind, and ask me the things you want to know.
otherwise, we're both left with nothing but our breathing to fill the silence, nether of us want.
// m.m.
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Thơ caPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
