Emma
Calm down.
The words that were disconnected.
Why are you afraid, again?
Perhaps, the tenderness of my lyric
Or the striking reflection that is sane to love
You told me I speak with grace
I saw no hesitance in the text
I truly believe
I watched you get consumed by the snares of doubt
It slowly infected you and tore you away
Leaving only a memory and the can I left
I watch the string; still like the dead spiders’ web
And wait for you to pick it up
Right where I left it
In between ‘I like you’ and ‘I think i really like you’
I hold my can to my ear
Listening to the silence
Always getting fooled by the wind
Thinking it is you, only not as pure
The can will always be there, Emma,
Don’t hesitate to talk to me, once again.
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