We sat across the room,
I knew you had something to tell me,
your eyes said it all,
you seemed angry.
Things were going on it your mind,
you had a fake smile,
the anger was in your eyes.
I shot a glance back,
I wanted to know,
why that angry expression?
Why was your head low?
We had a conversation,
a silent one,
we had silent communication.
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