If your words
could speak,
your lies would
run red.
Unable to be
honest bout the
simplest things.
-----
Sneaking around,
although we know
exactly what is
coming for us...
-----
Driving nails
through fingertips,
Painted
to match the evening.
-----
Sunlight blinding
my eyes
and warmth against
my skin.
-----
Butterflies in my stomach.
They never quiet
when I see her.
No comments:
Post a Comment