Your eyes,
They tell me everything you're not saying,
In this still and soundless room,
We hardly speak,
'Passionately tensed' he said,
How can someone who wasn't even there tell,
It surprised me,
But I already knew what he meant.
Is this denial?
I think not.
I was wrong on so many levels,
But can I say that I was wrong in a right way?
There's nothing to fix,
Nothing to mend,
I don't know much,
But I have a feeling we'll be more than okay,
Its different this time,
Like its everything and none of it at the same time,
What, I'm making no sense?
Hah, exactly what I thought.
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