He just doesn't.
He doesn't embrace me the way you do,
He doesn't explore me the way you do,
He doesn't search for my soul the way you do,
He just doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
The unspoken, spoken words
PoetryThe things I'm too afraid to say out loud yet the things I'll scream out loud with my actions. You could possibly call it poetry. Some things you'll relate too, some things you won't get. But that's okay. These are my unspoken, spoken words.
He just doesn't.
He just doesn't.
He doesn't embrace me the way you do,
He doesn't explore me the way you do,
He doesn't search for my soul the way you do,
He just doesn't.
