like trees swaying in the wind
I am still deciding about you
my feelings won't stand still
ambiguity
grey matter
latent prophecies
no way to tell
you seem unafraid
I noticed
your eyes smile
I am not used to making promises
although
I am a little more convinced as the days pass by
your name is more obvious than ever
words are scarce when you are close
only our four eyes and hands moving around
not sure but that's alright
won't talk myself out of it
won't run
I am just studying your soul
so I will take my time
breathe
allow myself to hold your hand
let it become real
the rest is a story
-B
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