I haven't written anything truly meaningful in a while, my soul is silent
I haven't written anything truly meaningful in a while, my soul is silent,
So, could you speak to me a little more, give me a voice through your presence?
It’s not about selfishness, but the ink in the pen yearns for your attention, it trembles,
It desires you, more intensely than I do, in a silent dance of hidden emotions.
Just a few moments from you and it begins to breathe again with paper wings,
The words return, flowing smoothly on the page, reminding me of longing and yearning,
For perhaps I'm the type who hides from what I feel deep inside,
But my pen doesn’t lie; it writes what I cannot say, revealing hidden fears.
Not for me, but for this fragile ink that comes to life with you,
Could you give me a bit of your time, allow me to be reborn through letters?
In the silence between us, where desires become visible, I become whole again, an echo.
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Dan Enache
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