tell me how it is;
your secrets in my ears.
no need to sugarcoat
when we both know
you're more vulnerable,
susceptible
to small acts..
tell me how it is;
your secrets skimming my ears.
you danced around it
but still becoming it
by softly calling my name
in the rain
that one day..
tell me how it is;
your secrets not even seeing my ears.
no apology ever needed
since we both weeded
the beautiful flowers
with horrible showers
last week..
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
