petalled words
swallow my tongue
I'm always softest
when talking to you
as I'm dotted harshly
with the rarest raindrops
and chills roll slowly
under my skin
to strip it down
and leave it all
to the grey skies
and the haunting mornings
if only to hear
you say my name again...
in a conversation
pulled heavily
from the deepest heart
it's all just talk
just talk
just talk
so we can waste the day
with rounded words
to remember before
and love with the unspoken.
2 comments:
it's all just talk
just talk
just talk
I hope you do not take offense to my application of your words to my situation, but this poem reminds me so heavily of me and.. You remember. The only difference- and it is a glaringly huge one- is that he and I have not talked and I was my harshest to him, though I regret it to this day.
...Beautiful, your sorrow is.. But you are surely even more so in joy. I wish you happiness... And soon.
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