Sometimes it's more trouble trying to express myself because the words don't come. All I do in that moment is sit there stumped, making wild gestures with my hands, asking,
"You get it, right?"
Hoping you do but I know you don't.
You smile, shake you head and place your hands over mine.
"It's okay. You'll find your words and your way. Till then I'll just wait. I will wait for you."
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
