Waiting there at the windowside
your wav'ring breaths are clouding up the glass
and your tainted voice is choking back your vows.

But what can I say to earn you back?
My timid footstep's trying vainly
not to crush your sense of 'self'
or worse
your sense of 'us.'

(If
by chance
I miss this step
then I've missed everything...)


Again you're looking through me
as I make my way to your front door.

Tell me how to tell you everything that's in my head
without saying "I Love You."

12/03/2003

Author's Note: Thanks Barbara for the topic ;)

Posted on 12/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia