It's loud inside my head,
With all the words I could have said,
But I left you at the door,
With both our monsters fed.
The smile that crossed my lips,
As your hands melted off my hips,
Was entirely satisfactory,
Though it faded as they slipped back.
YOU ARE READING
Revelations
PoetryIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
