The Silent Want

I see you…

My body whispers…

But the world says no…

So we wait.

You feel it too—a quiet spark,

We dress it soft, we play the part.

We touch in dreams, halfway, half-true,

My body’s not “right,” your love’s not new.

We blame the silence, we blame the “we,”

“If you were real…” “If you hadn’t changed…”

The lie is gentle, the lie is deep.

**Love doesn’t need permission…**

It’s already here—**soft, real, waiting.**

We follow the lie, we half-asleep,

But the truth still breathes—**in the silence, deep.**

What if we let the want just be?

No script, no shame—**just you and me.**

(Whispers: **Want… be… free…**)

Until then, I follow the lie.

But love’s already here—**soft, real, and waiting.**

It doesn’t need permission.

It never did.

(Soft echo: **Soft… real… now…**)