You say the word

Written age 15.

You say the word, I stammer soft wont give myself away.

It's your eyes... your glinting eyes,  

well more fool you  for believing in me.

I cant remove myself now.

You paint, pretend its real, as you touch skin and say 

The word, you say the word and I'm too tired. 

So I stand, I sit, I wait. So you'll want, need, displace me again.


I'll whisper the word, convince myself, but we understand.


The word you whisper, the word you'd never shout in case someone heard 

A word I'll lose myself to, It will permeate.


The End

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