asketh she with eyes

yet i dare not express

the sounds my lips make

will stir a storm, i fear

i wait in a corner

standing poised like a wallflower

i cannot extend a hand

i know well, how elegantly let down i shall be

so i, out of fear,

lay waiting near my trap

if she were to wander close

i shall know


if not, i shall wait till

the very last second

defeated is one that

speaks first, she taught me

i can only hold my rage

in a tightly clenched fist

nothing more

nothing less.


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