Surface. - Poetry Novel

tape

I would say I like you
But heaven forbids me
My mouth sealed by the invisible tape
Held firm against my lips
The longer I question myself
The more revelation I get about you
The squeeze of a heart
The blood dripping down
Lips upturned begins to decend into a frown
For it is you who held the Tape
Slowly draining my life force
Until the words die and what's left is nothing bigger than that of a fraction of the original source.