I could not say a word,
So I opted not to speak.
Would you have listened anyway?
I tried once to explain
The words sharp off my tongue.
Should I have been softer?
Whispered sweeter things and
Told you how much I need you.
How weak then would I have been?
Language melts to soil
Drips off my tongue and
Creates an envy of the world.
Every step you take is ten feet away from me
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