I want to tell you if you don't want me,
to leave me alone, and just set me free.
You keep telling me lies as if I don't see.
And I keep my mouth shut as if I agree.
I want to scream that I don't want to fight.
I want to yell please hold me tight,
and I want to love you all through the night,
until the sun rises and brings new light.
I want to say I want to be close again.
But I don't.
I want to say please hold my hand.
But I won't.
I feel as though I don't have a choice,
so I will stay silent, without a voice.
Copyright ©2006
Rose Mary West Ekerholm AKA Plethora