I often not tell you a word about who I am.
Long way to get to my heart,
pondering wether you are born to make it.
Take the comforting smile and never ask what lies behind it.
I exhaust you with monsoons of thoughts to keep you safe
so you never hear the deepest silence burying my soul alive.
Countless innuendos paving the path between us
trying to teach me more, bypassing straight answers.
The one and only will walk the last mile.