Why would questions appear this way?
Having to see everything else but this?
Would you rather seek the attention of a stranger?
Would you rather kiss the sun? Or the moon?
Would you rather answer every marked question?
Or just stare at the blank scenario ahead?
For every scenery shown, asking for help through gasps of suffocated air...
The wanted taste for first touched lips.
Would rather be silenced than harmed
Coz every sunlight glare through the night
The blanketing warmth of the sun with every chill of a cold November night
Teeth shattering through hugs and kisses.
Let a hug mwah speak for itself
Coz a smile
A teardrop
Stare
And glance
Would all come down to every stuttered lie
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