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I can lay here all night,

We’re not speaking and that’s okay.

The silence engulfs the room.

But my fingers are talking for them selves,

Running through your hair.

Practically writing you love letters.

Your eyes are singing melodies,

And they’re loud enough.

Watching your chest rise and fall,

Is proof enough that this is real.

You’re pulling me closer,

And your cologne fills my nose.

I’m close enough I can barley hear your breath.

It seems like there’s hesitation.

Kind of like you want to say something.

I’m perfectly fine with the silence.

Are you?