Speak

What’s the point to argue You and me, there’s nothing new There’s nothing there, at least that I see But you can tell me if I’m alone in that If you will ever choose to speak. Silence is deadly, more so than a misspoken phrase, Not knowing is more painful that being wrong. I know the answer is in your heart, I could tell you if we fit, if you would speak. I sit and wonder if it was just a joke, If you fill yourself with denial about your words, And clarity will come, if you choose to speak. I tell myself I don’t care, but I can’t lie to myself about you, Tell me, kiss me, hold me, do whatever you like, but please Speak.