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Sep 2012
You definitely see me
In your line of sight
My shy eyes look for contact
with your wandering ones.

You cannot hear my voice reach
the depth of your ear drums
it's soft I know
but I won't speak louder.

I can't
I think too hard
About what to say
how to say it
Simplicity wreaks my mind.

I wait
My patience grows thin
I shrink
I won't grow back
because of you.

I want to
I'll try
try to be better for you
Show you
Will you please accept me?
Veronica Emilia
Written by
Veronica Emilia  New York
(New York)   
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