Your dark hair falls,
In front of your dark eyes,
As your head now tilts
Down.
Your eyes move
Right, left, down, up
Anywhere but towards me.
Now you're biting your lip,
Moving your leg
Now the tension is thick
No words escape your soft mouth
Silence looms like thick smoke.
Seconds pass like hours.
You're silently screaming,
For an escape.
Flip your hair,
Turn the music up.
I should've kept my mouth shut.
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