My mom whispers really often
But it won't make things soften.
Your love is kind.
But easy to find.
And when you were whispering
The words I wasn't listening
Every single voice fade away
When I noticed the words... the way...
"Repeat my moves,
Now, you are my only muse."
Your lips were soft on my neck
Oh and...Welcome back
I'm no longer on the track🙃
YOU ARE READING
Reasons For Watering A Dead Flower
PoesíaWould you be my lil flower?? I'd be more... had I had power...
