Dear stranger
I lay awake last night as well.
Another week well spent thinking on you.
Why do you like to put me in so much misery?
Why wouldn't you just come and talk to me?
I would've done so, oh I would've, hath I even an ounce of courage.
But I can see in your eyes, you lack not bravery but I don't know why, why oh why won't you talk to me, for I've been dying to hear your voice.
I wonder if it's as melodious as your soul, or as precious as your eyes.
I wonder if your voice.
