Touch

When I touch you, yield.

When I speak, listen, intently.

Because I love intensely, I speak the whole truth.

You are impatient, and wish to catch me in a lie.

But you never give me the time.

I wish I would love you in a different day, neither of us are truly ready.

We both are on different levels of our evolution.

Good bye Emily, as I write my ending.

It was beautiful spending, time with you, before I turned 22.

Do not hold resentment, just try and find contentment.