Yes
I see the way you look at me
Don't act shy
I can see the way you look at me with care
Say something
Anything
I've already given up on you
Am I the one you care about so much?
Afraid to break me?
Any words are better than your silence
For your silence is worse than constant prodding to the heart
For it only intends to render my heart
And my love
Weak
And worthless
So Please,
Just say something
And please
Don't ignore me
YOU ARE READING
Blooming Words
Poetrywords don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all
