Written 8/1/18
Slowly
speak to me like no one here is listening
Words that no one else should hear but me.
Softly
your lips touch mine and everyone is watching
But nothing matters more than you to me.
Finally
these words admit themselves in writing
May time never make you doubt what we could be.
v.e.s.
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a/n:
A, if you see this: My only good poetry is you. It's always been that way. When you had to go, the words left too. I miss you but I hope you're doing well. All my love... ~ 🐢
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