there’s a song in her heart that she wants him to hear,
but every time he comes near he’s too far away.
she whispers it through pleading glances,
but as her mouth opens the song disappears,
distorts,
held hostage by fears.
her song says something like
baby I love you
will you be mine for all
of the time we have left?
but sometimes she can’t even hear her own song;
losing the words before they fall out,
stumbling through her expression
in an attempt to be right.
okay.
good enough.
there’s a song in her heart that she wants him to hear;
a song that is more beautiful than he has ever heard
if only he had the ears
and she had the voice.
– Nisha Moodley