Unspoken.
Words unspoken are painted along your eyes,
They speak more than your mouth ever will.
I laid by your side till the end telling you it'd be alright.
That everything you suffered
Will go away once I press.
Such indulgences upon your lips
Are all that's needed to revive you.
But as I place them down,
The ticking of your heart begins to fault.
*NOT FINISHED YET.*
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
