Awkward Silences poetry Sometimes I’ll stop talking all at once, Just to see what the silence feels like. Is it still uncomfortable? Or does she understand That there aren’t any awkward silences anymore. They’re all very comfortable. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Yes they are all that way when love is present. http://noranoir.wordpress.com/2009/04/17/table-the-conversation-bed-the-silence/
Yes they are all that way when love is present.
http://noranoir.wordpress.com/2009/04/17/table-the-conversation-bed-the-silence/