Saturday, August 22, 2015

Whispers

I keep my words whispered
Though I'm screaming inside
These feelings are punishment
To keep my heart in line

Embracing you is masochism
Writhing and feeling alive
Encased by you
The body's natural high

Legs lock
Mouths dance
Hands pull
Eyes glance

You reside inside
That girl laying next to me
I'll be gone
And you'll never hear my whispers
I took them with me
Though I left something behind
I'll swallow words
Till I can say them to another









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