another promise of connection,
but how long will this last?
how long will it be
before
it is
all
the
s a m e
again.
i dont want to pretend
you mean less
i dont want to hide my heart
in my palms.
i don't want to sit
and want you
in silence.
do you know how much that hurts?
stolen glances
hidden meanings
inside jokes
that will never be heard
because if you heard
they would too
and we cant have that,
can we?
we will hide all day
my hands will long for the feel of you
but we will hide all day
and after
we will pretend
that 'we'
exist
