Shush now, don't speak
I can read your thoughts in your eyes
Sense them in the way you hold my hand
I know what you want to say when you hold me tight and can't seem to let me go
Sometimes we're better off enjoying the silence
Better off filling the space between the lines
Letting the unsaid things talk
We don't have to give it a name as long as we both know that we're in over our heads
Sometimes words simply aren't needed
Not when I'm with you
YOU ARE READING
It'll Always Be You
PoetryI'm just a teenager trying to figure out what love is. Here are a bunch of poems with a common theme: love, love that betrayed or was betrayed, love that was gained and lost love. Love. A simple word. For me, My dear, it'll always be you.
