You are but a touch away
But how do i bridge this chasm between us?
This thin line between love and hate—
Have we crossed it in a moment of passion?
We both lay,
Wrapped in this blanket of silence.
One move, one touch, one smile
It is all that would take to break this spell.
But we wait—
Prolonging this hell we are in.
We toss and turn and sigh in our sleep
Hoping the other would hear the pain
That echoes in the silence between us.
Wounded pride and broken hearts—
Is that all that remains of our love?
