What else by Mootsti
What else can you possibly do; when in your apathy you’ve managed to capture me.
What else can you possibly say; when in your silence you’ve already taken my breath away.
What else can you possibly be; when even in your ignorance I am at awe.
What else can your actions possibly do to me; when even in idle I am stunned at you.
What else can I possible see in you; when even your flaws, I adore.
How more convinced could I be, when even in denial, the truth seeps in my words and breaches my subconscious.
What else can you possibly do; when in your apathy you’ve managed to capture me. Your indifference, your inability to feel has made me realize how much my love for you is real. You sit in your silence, not aware of how my heart beats. And as I gaze for the moment, to your eyes my heart speaks. Please see me, I love you and you don’t care, my heart races and yet still you stare. My world stops every time you’re near. My words escape, so now you fail to hear. “I love you”, my heart shouts. I love you, my mind speaks but then my lips start to weaken, my voice becomes so meek. No sound can be heard, no words are expressed as my lips are closed, my heart full of regret. As my fear shields me from the world and silences my lips, thus keeping me safe in embraced by regret.
What else can you possibly say; when in your silence you’ve already taken my breath away. You laugh, not knowing that you make me so happy. You smile not knowing, you make me so high. Nothing is needed; nothing more can be said, my heart is yours I give it with no regret. And yet this fear keeps me from giving it. I reach out and still it keeps on holding me back. So here it sit. I sit and write. I write about how fear keeps me from doing my God given rights. I am caged, and locked by lies; the truth seems so near, as it tantalizes my life.
What else can you possibly be; when even in your ignorance, you still place me at awe. No need to be brilliant, no need to play smart, all you need to be is your own person and that is more than enough for me.
What else can your actions possibly do to me; when even in idle I am stunned at you.
What else can I possible see in you; when even your flaws, I adore.
How more convinced could I be, when even in denial, the truth seeps in my words and breaches my subconscious.
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