Reaching out with an empty hand
the hand that wishes to be touched.
I go taut with your charm
the charm I make-believe.
Your eyes catching mine
the way we talk silence.
I sense your vibes
the vibes that need to be expressed
Not locked up in your stellar mind
Speak,then speak like a Man.
Reaching out with an empty hand
the hand that wishes to be touched.
I melt under your aura
the aura,yet I alone can sense.
Your innocent touches
the touches does waves send.
For all the things I could utter.
Princess dear,Hear this.
It might not be written in the stars.
For your recurring musings
And my broken promises.
For your faded feelings
And my way into oblivion.
But a man.A man will not abandon what he loves.
As his broken heart cannot find new aims.
I will.I will to wait on you.
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