April 21rst, 2010
....
its quiet now. its getting late.
don't make me go into slumber.
your silence is the loudest sound
and here I am staring at you
but I cannot meet your gaze.
I tremble when you look at me
and when you leave, your steps
echo in my heart and I long to
have you back again.
reasons to go . . .
only some will truly make you free.
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