What a cruel thing for you to do
To say my name how you used to
I can't hear my name be said
Because it takes me back to our nights in bed
Where your breath would warm my ear
As you whispered my name so beautifully for only me to hear
YOU ARE READING
Dear John: The Words I Could Never Say
PoetrySometimes we cry in silence because the words we want to scream would break us if we spoke them. In this book I have compiled the poems, I poured my heart and soul into when my lips didn't dare speak a word of what my heart so badly wanted to say. S...
