t-2 - Hello Poetry

t-2

t-2

There's a graveyard on my lips from all of the words that have died on my tongue.

eyes hair will told days thought time fingers suddenly addiction safe face dark head watched cold hands wondered tells fine things built second light kiss reached looked going piano loved asked sweet lanterns mind night long longer sleep follow fly sitting wave stays ten falling full funeral water path angry breathe glass work making heartless heard huge mad man noises pulled window bank girl sunlight god wanted conversation playfully ring turned mine nights dancing blades play sure falls realised asleep arm wonder jumped travellers learning humming three slowly life worked mistake middle memoriam pyjamas began linked banter hand left ideal couple bit shoulder dead lips start happy whisper promised nice smiled friends stones swirls forget grateful skin young sparkling stable smile dislike blanket bringing brother leave guy tired hanging inconsequential shirts uncomfortable shining hide darkness shivers lights bestfriends pulsating shared public stared sluggishly fifteen change boy shove climbed guilty heartbroken