He never tried my number
so switching it off was in vain
and how can you be angry with the one
who isnt even aware of your pain..
Oblivious to my being
indifferent of a seed so pure
ignorant to the growing roots
despite the soiled soil of control..
Do you think I could reach him
if I could sift through all his vague strands?
or if the pores of my soul were tighter still?
maybe if softer - still - was the skin of my hands....
copyright*budhaaah*
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nice. i think it begins with communication, that then of course a delicate touch never hurts...smiles.
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