Still;
Still is this room.
Still is the autumn day,
Snow is ready to fall.
Still;
You're so still.
As you concentrate on your work,
and I stare at the the words passing;
Passing through those blue eyes.
Still;
Still is my love.
Shall I ever make a move,
Fear;
Your next move would be to walk away,
Breaking this silence with your footsteps.
Still;
A long pause in this world.
I couldn't bare one disturbance.
Silent the world should stay.
Still;
How could I be?
Being the disturbance,
Being the annoyance in this room,
He is;
He is the disturbance too,
look at those blue eyes dry in the air,
A blink,
They move;
Over the page,
Soaking through the page and through to me.
Still;
How could we be?
We are the disturbance of this pause,
He lifts his head,
I look away;
Noticeable, I really am,
As I look back up and he looks back down;
That small grin on his face,
Those blue eyes lit up.
Still;
How could our hearts be?
Identical they beat;
Reach out across the room with those ocean eyes,
We are the disturbance,
I know you can feel me in the distance.
Still;
Love will never be,
Interrupting the silent room;
Everyone staring at me,
Shouting across the room,
This is exactly what we needed,
This is how it was supposed to be.
Still;
Still is the world.
A bell awakens me from a daydream,
What a disturbance,
This love overbearing me.
Still;
Still is my love.
Shall I ever make a move,
Fear;
Your next move would be to walk away,
Breaking this silence with your footsteps.
