confused

Thoughts,
lounging like loaded dark clouds,
between us.
Rumbling, grumbling, expecting...
Everything said is said,
in our crowd you smile secretly, for me,
and there is everything left to say.

Words,
semantic transformations of my fantastic delusions,
for you.
Mumbling, bumbling, whispering...
Lets not talk about it,
of melancholic sweet sadness and tragic love.
it wont be nice to hear.