Just tell me to shut up
Pull me in close and
whisper “I’m so sorry.”
Pierce my eyes with remorse
Kiss me as if its our last
Drown me in your skin until
I accept your sincerest apologies
And watch me sink back into
Our love interrupted.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
Just tell me to shut up
Pull me in close and
whisper “I’m so sorry.”
Pierce my eyes with remorse
Kiss me as if its our last
Drown me in your skin until
I accept your sincerest apologies
And watch me sink back into
Our love interrupted.