| After silence, |
| A sly glance, a faint smile, |
| Stutter into conversation, |
| If I would open up, I'm sure you'd like me, |
| You smile shyly and touch my arm, |
| It's just the little things, |
| That happen, |
| Make me live in hope. |
| An offer, |
| To stay, |
| Do I walk home, |
| Freezing, |
| Because, |
| I can't destroy, |
| What is built between us, |
| I'm just scared, |
| Of losing you, |
| If I ask. |
| See your arms, |
| Welcoming, |
| Ten feet ahead, |
| All I have to do is conquer my fear, |
| Fall forwards, |
| And trust in you. |
| I'm so scared. |
| You take my hand, |
| I, near, |
| And you say you're proud of me, |
| Be patient, |
| Relax, |
| And you let go. |
| A crowded day, |
| Late, too late, |
| Joy, at seeing my brother, |
| Talk, |
| About the little things in life, |
| They seem so big, |
| So much to say, |
| And do, |
| Jokes, he has seen a show, |
| Recently, |
| We laugh, and others, |
| Look at us funnily, |
| It doesn't matter, |
| We are the same, |
| And together. |
| I don't say what I mean, |
| I know, |
| You can't read my mind, |
| I forgot, |
| I'm sorry, |
| I'll just say I was wrong. |
| A dark room. Beer, smoke and people, |
| In the corner, you sit, your back to no one, |
| Defense, |
| Who will start tonight? |
| A drunk outsider? |
| Someone who doesn't understand why, |
| You sit quietly, |
| Your back to no one. |
| Known you, |
| All my life, |
| Now you're what, |
| I've despised, |
| I won't say, |
| I understand, |
| But what has changed, |
| Not now, |
| How I feel for you. |
1:00pm. 5th September
You have no respect, |
For anybody except yourself, |
How did you think, |
That I would feel about this? |
Did you think that, |
I would smile and say, "Oh that's all right"? |
Say something, |
Don't you care for me anymore? |
All feedback will be gratefully received by Stuart, please send comments to SHALEC2N01297@kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk
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