Darling, your sentiments
Have grown long overdue
You sing them softly in my
Ear, thinking I keep listening
We are past sweet talk and
Compliments, your fingertips
Caressing my red lips. Making
Their way up to my nose, my
Eye lids, my forehead and my
Hair, maybe I don't want your
Hands covering every inch of
My body, getting familiar with
Something that you no longer
Own, along with the number
Stuck in your phone.
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PoetryAll Rights Reserved Copyright 2016 @smokeupthe-moon. I wish I knew what to say, Have a mind full of words Yet to be spoken, to be written, Colored in every shade of the rainbow, Cover emotions with how the human eye can see, This is...
