When my mouth forgot to move
Spoke to my mind when my mouth forgot to move.
Said some words and tried to actually understand them, because actually understanding would change something.
Not me, not the person in front of me, but what we are to each other.
But each time, it felt harder to say them out.
The person sitting in front of me, looking for an answer, eyes moving like breeze, cooling me down.
The given flower, held tightly in my hand, making me more drenched than ever.
And still, those eyes looked for an answer.
I tried to get rid of the flower, while it got stuck to my palm as her hands were open.
And I realized I was the one stuck, and I spoke to my mind when my mouth forgot to move.
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