30 August, 2016

Pleading Eyes

Touch of hands
like a pillow top
Stroke the palm line
tells the story true

Years melt, the song fades

Too long
when the day was gray
When a simple yes
would do

The question hung in the air

Another day
emotions deep
Eyes plead for a word
while clueless, truth

Please ask, I will stay.

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