Unfulfilled urge. So close to uttering
Wash your mind, fearful words.
wash my hands. Do you feel it? Can you feel it?
I think it, it, it, it, it
Simple gaps and words unspoken, falls with dirty tears
read between the lines I choke on. spoiled by thoughts.
Nothing is there, far too subtle. Beautiful choice,
Your eyes, unheard of. and now she's lost.
Your eyes, thoughtful.
Unfulfilled urge.Wash your mouth,
spit it out,
I'll smile.
Imaginary words unspoken,
your tongue is held and lips bit down on.
Nothing is there, I keep dreaming,
your love is unheard of.
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