Another song I just came up with this morning. This is rather out of character for me (songs, not poetry) but at the same time, I keep wondering if this was not previously aching to come out.
Morse
Conversation ebbs in my ear
I listen in to your occasional silence, while
The coffeepot drips in the kitchen.
Hungry for that last morsel of your revelation.
Do you know that you smile when you falter?
Do you think that as you drift away your silence lingers...
We are speaking in a morsel of a morse code
The starts and stops, the drips and drabs
I await the things you don't say
Say
Say it to me, now.
Say
Say it to me, now.
As your hand brushes my shoulder
I think back to the times that we spent in the sun.
You wait for me to finish your sentence.
I lean back and my world is filled with your fragrance.
You say much more when you're not speaking
You hear much more when you are expressing who you are...
We are speaking in a morsel of a morse code
The starts and stops, the drips and drabs
I await the things you don't say
Say
Say it to me, now.
Say
Say it to me, now.
*bridge*
When you say it to me now.
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