We can't prognosticate the time;
Yesterday we,were happy and now tears are squirting down on our personage.
Yesterday you confessed your sympathy;now you take it back.
I wonder those fantabulous words;coming from your splendid moue,were righteous.
I guess,I was right. You were deceiving me.
You let me fall from your marvelous words.
You let me fall from your sensational voice.
Being a man who loves your flaws was devastated after hearing your confession about your unfaithfulness.
I believed those deceitful words coming from you.
Not having a single idea you were deceiving me.
||Eaves||
YOU ARE READING
When Tounge Can't Speak
PoetryA masterpiece of mine;where I can't speak and my hands are shaking to write what's going on my mind.
