Tell me softly.
Tell me slow.
All the repentance I need not do,
And all the warmth I have left to give.
And if you ask
'How many more times must I speak?'
My answer will always remain
'At least once more'
I've nothing and no time at all
To spend every waking moment not loving.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
