Literature
We Still Never Speak
Every moment spent with you,
Is like a blessing for my heart.
I only wish that I really knew,
Why it feels as though we're far apart.
As I walk alongside of you,
My voice gets rather weak.
No matter what I seem to do,
We still never speak.
You pick me up and spin me around,
Both of us smiling and glad.
It feels as though this is perfection that I've found,
Though it still makes me sad.
I'm disheartened even when you're holding me,
Your touch making me weak.
Because although it seems like it could be true,
We still never speak.
I look ahead and see what could be,
And it all seems so real.
We're lying down and you look at me,