I'm choking on my words.
Flowing hair, gliding stride,
Lord your beautiful.
When does the pressure subside?
How many days, how many years?
I'll smile from time to time,
You try to talk,
But I'm no good at conversation.
Now you're losing interest,
And I know it.
Your smiles are forced,
Not quite as genuine.
It's funny how difficult saying hello can be. |
Submission Name: Hello
