This is the way we make up
I can taste the mourning, feeling,
Loving
On our lips
It is left on mine with your chapstick
When we pull away,
My heart on your sleeve.
The only way
I know,
My heart on your sleeve.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
