Well, but
I am not sure why, or for what,
I have kept at holding my tongue.
It will be ungrateful of me,
I know,
-not that you would think or say so-
but forgive me, for I am young.
The thing is -it's just how it feels,
alright?-
You have disappeared from my sight
and all at once, everything stung!
Now, I've been told you're surely close,
but I
have such a loud and noisy sigh
that it has muted out your voice.
They say it's true, I should know that,
and say
that my outlook is all so gray,
and that in that I have a choice.
So, talk myself into seeing
your face?
Or should I call upon your grace,
to give me reason to rejoice?
The same as when I've started, I...
stammer.
Mixed up with the crowd's dull clamor,
I whisper this: "Say something, please"
It's now your move, -sorry- your turn
to speak.
Complete a rhyme (that's rather weak)
with more than rustling in the trees.
