Waiting For You To Talk...


He looked away when I asked him a question,
I thought He didn’t wanna talk,
So I picked up my books and walked away,
Didn’t realize he just didn’t know how to react.

As I walked away, He came running behind,
He looked lost and that I did understand,
He caught my hand and pulled me along,
We sat in a corner and I waited for him to talk.

He looked at me, but didn’t say a word,
I could feel the silence in the room,
Slowly he caught my hand again,
And slipped in a note.

As I opened it, He walked past me,
I couldn’t understand,
Did he want to break up?
I looked at the books around and then at the note.

In it written were little words,
"I know that I don’t really speak,
But that’s cause I love listening to you,
I know that when I do speak up,

I am scared that I might not be able to tell you all,
But one thing that I really wanna tell you is,
I love you a lot."
I was crying by the time I had finished reading.

I went out to search him, and found him by the steps,
I quietly sat beside him; he smiled and looked at me.
So many times I have misunderstood his silence,
So many times I have misunderstood his words,
But all that doesn’t matter as long as I know he cares.

~A Poem By Fizz

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