Tell me
What is the word?
What word can I say,
to know all of you.
Dispose of your layers,
expose you,
naked and pure,
every time I strip another layer back,
I want more and more.
Tell me your password,
show me the key to you,
tell me what you want to be,
what you want to do.
Whisper,
your darkest secrets,
and most taboo fantasies,
what made you who you are,
what do you dream of when you sleep,
what do you think of,
when you look up at the stars?
Tell me,
What can I do?
What can I say?
to earn all of your trust,
and strip your fears away.
What built you up to being you,
and what events made you change,
when were you your strongest,
what did you learn from your pain?
Tell me your password,
I want to see it all,
I want to know of all your climbs,
I want to know of all your falls.
Tell me your password,
give me the keepsake word,
between me and you,
is the only place the word will be heard.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PuisiA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
