by AdinaVoicu

Kiss Me

♓

I looked at her, frustrated and tired,
drained from the tongue-tied fear
of saying exactly
what she did not want to hear.

It’s just the way
I can never quite say
whats on my mind
even though I knew
just a moment ago,
I said,
maybe if you kiss me
you’ll understand.

She looked at me, stripped of excuses,
sick of her own hesitant fear
of saying something
that I desperately wanted to hear.

I just can’t tell you
and its an uneasy pain
because it comes so
close to making me sing
but the words won’t come,
she said,
maybe if you kiss me
it’ll shake’em loose.

♓

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