When you ask, I answer,
I follow when you lead,
though I ask, you stay quiet,
Are you, a game, playing with me?
Never distinguishing,
your truths from your jokes,
though I'm quiet, I feel silly,
as everybody else, can do so.
As you touch me, are you feeling?
Am I walking the wrong road?
Though I'm quiet, can't help wondering:
May be I was quiet too long.
Do I need too much? , do I hope too much?
I want no more riddles to guess,
though I'm quiet, sadness's choking me,
I need your chest, for a rest.
La Finita
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