Your questions - they have been the key
For my answers to be set free,
But this question, it seems to me,
Has kept me locked undoubtedly,
For you asked, "What must I owe you,
A confession or an apology?"
I wish I had all night to rekindle,
But the skies were not as gentle,
And as the thunder began to rumble,
My knees can't help but tremble,
For how could I possibly handle
A boy so dangerous, yet beautiful?
How I wish the courage I had will suffice
To let you confess right before time flies,
But then, the love you've saved for me
Won't be enough to burn your lies,
And though I know there's more to your eyes,
For now, darling, just apologize
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
