You stare at me so powerfully
Like your eyes glancing over me,
Is going to keep my lips closed together
and my tongue from making out the words
But you and I know that it won't
So before I can even make out
a single syllable
You put your finger to my lips
And beg me
To not point out the obvious.
-we don't talk like we used too.
YOU ARE READING
Hope & regret.
PoesíaThe 2nd part to the very messy, amateur, in-progress book series I've been posting online. More poetry about things that have occurred, and more words dedicated To those who've left an impact on me.
