essentialy wind is getting in my way

when a scenario talk before you can

 

slightly over your hair and blowing   

           it responds to me

you asked what I like about you and the winds blows and responds

flaming over your eyes mine are jailed

tones over your images

flaming

I wouldn't know how to say it

mute, almost dorky

you are waiting for me to speak

 

but then again, over your smile and playful

                         wind waves back and responds