Unspoken

At the end of the day there are too many words we take to bed with us.

Tell her she looks nice in that dress she wears just for meeting you. Tell him you like the hugs he overwhelms you with at the end of the day. And that it would be nice to feel his arms around more often. Tell her you don’t like when she lets go of your hand in the middle of the street. Or when she only kisses you on the cheeks when you meet. Tell him it annoys you the way he always walks too fast or speaks too loudly.

Days are short. And I bet it would be nice for some people to know they sometimes leave a trace behind them.

Anunțuri

~ de Andra pe 29/11/2013.

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