Literature
Maybe
A thousand reasons hang on your tongue,
ready to dispel the affections
hanging from my lips,
clamoring to be heard.
I see a thousand excuses in your eyes,
all screaming no.
Give me one yes,
and it will be
the only thing that matters.
Ill lock the single syllable
away in my heart,
so maybe more of them
will travel on its beating
and enter yours.
Maybe the love-sick rhythm of my heart
is contagious,
and you will come to me
with the same longing thats in my eyes,
and it will be reflected in yours.
Maybe the cold space between us
will be filled up with my dreams of you.
And you will see how happy
you are with