I'll Ask You Later
I asked you a question,
About a something,
Bigger than the world,
Larger than the universe.
This question knew no limits.
This question needed no rhymnes.
This question knew no limits,
But wafted in the mind.
The questioner,
Became more and more uncomfortable,
As you never asked me.
You walked to the other side of the room.
I started to catch up,
On what was bothering you.
It was simple.
You could not tell me, you didn't love me.
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