I wake up speaking poetry,
not because I have dreamt of you again,
but because my head was pounding,
my hair in tangles,
my voice raspy,
bite marks on my thigh,
bruises on my neck,
throat sore,
lips bleeding from where you bit me,
the night before.
I wake up tired,
looking more like I have died,
but if that's the case,
you brought me back to life.
I wake up speaking poetry
not because of dreams,
for there's no time for deep sleep,
when loving you takes so much time,
but i have never
felt more alive.
-k.a
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love lies
Poetry"what would you do if she said you couldn't see me anymore?" the lonely girl asked the lost boy. "i'd be more secretive." his lips never lied to the girl he loved, yet his heart lied all the time, to the girl he calls "mine." / / / / heres to my sec...
