Shhh... don't talk.
It's hard enough to look at you.
If I have to hear you speak,
I'd die.
You are already killing me inside...
So it shouldn't hurt that much,
But it does.
To your beauty I can resist a little..
Just a little.
You're voice doesn't pass by me,
It finds it's way in and fill me up with warmth...
And holes...
But I'm surviving.
But if you combine those two together,
Then I'll die.
I'll stop feeling my body,
Fall down on the floor.
You'll try to catch me,
And start saying those beautiful things in my ears,
And then, you will lean to kiss me.
But I won't wake up.
I'll be long gone.
Although it would make me so happy to hear you and to see
you...
And know that you really cared for me.
So Shhhh....
Don't talk, it's hard enough.