SPEAK TO ME

 

Under the stars we lay,

Quietly.

No words spoken between us.

 

Beside the oak tree we stand,

Quietly.

No words spoken between us.

 

Over the sand we sit,

Quietly.

No words spoken between us.

 

I wish you would speak to me.

I won’t speak,

I fear your judgment.

 

All I need is for you to speak first.

Then I’d understand.

Then I’d respond.

 

But maybe,

Just maybe,

You’re scared too.

  

                                                                                        -Brianne

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