Who Does My Awareness Help

I see her face crumble down when she hears something new. Ill wait to tell her what she needs to hear, the information yet to be due. I might be angry with her sometimes, but right now she doesn't need a clue. I wait I wait I wait I wait till her silence comes to an end, oh, oh I know. I could read it off her face, how she felt and the scratching on her clothes. The tension brought higher, sooner than expected, I can sense the attitude on her nose. An angry angry woman, an incorrection decision? Well I suppose she knows. A sentence whipped without precision, she sews, oh, she sews. This time will be the last time i say, as if that could be true. A conjured up face she brings to the table, how could i refuse. My eyes are chewing on a lime, my reflection being a muse. Understanding both sides, I'm the trout with many hues. I wait I wait I wait I wait until I'm fine with scrambling my case, defensive off the bat she'll be. I know it is not the best time but please, oh please, please let me be free. Sharing my thoughts, looking as if I don't understand the situation that is near me. I promise I know, but do I need to restrain myself when she always acts so witty?