My Words
My words are etched against your skin,
And yours are sown into mine.
We’re making confessions, telling our sins,
The more we tell, the more we intertwine.
We can see them, the words, written,
Full sentences spelt out.
All of them, perfectly handwritten,
Made to cause us doubt.
To question wether we’ve said to much,
To wonder if we haven’t said enough.
For our talks are saving me, my only crutch,
Ever since my world got dark, rough.
We’ve been through hell, walked through it,
Our hearts seeming tied together.
It’s weird, due to how we perfectly fit
Like a bottle of ink and it’s feather.
Tied forever, never meant to fall apart,
For we have the same heart
My words etched into you, yours sown into me, for we have, the same heart
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Freethinker's Poems
Poetry" So much more was said in the unsaid " ~ Bridgett Devoue These are my collection of poems which I write often in deep thoughts, hope you people enjoy it ;)
