Please don't get answers from eyes, 
you know that mine can't lie 
quite as well as yours. 

Just let the spare moment flow, 
rounding steps as I go 
through the open doors. 

Please don't deflate from a sigh, 
I'd hold still every time 
but I'd start to shake. 

I wander around for days, 
wondering what I'll say 
when they want the [bad word]  

You will never know how hard I try, 
to keep from waning while waiting at the start. 
The depth of every touch is real as you need, 
but words don't do any favours for me.