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.