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?
Copyright © Tray Al-Bahadli | Year Posted 2020
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