What now?

When the silences grow stone cold

And you don't fill in the gaps in conversation -

When I can't bring myself to change the subject

But we both know it has to be done -

When I can't find words,

For once in my life,

When I am out of things to tell you because I have told you everything.

Is this how it's supposed to be?

What now?

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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