domingo, 14 de junio de 2015

Still, everything is the same,
You waiting,
Beating around the bushes
Me, answering quietly to someone
And the person asking the question.

Is something wrong between you two?
No.
The answer is always no.
Will you, sometime in the future,
Tell me the words I want?

I still am waiting.

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