i want to capture
your words in a bottle
and keep it on my
nightstand
to remind myself of you
they tell themselves that
sweet nothings are
worthless
and that spoken word
is useless
but they
have never had
your breath
tickle their ears
they have never
floated
on clouds composed
of the honey-sweet
speech
that drips from your mouth like
waterfalls
..........................................
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
