Just when I thought things were getting better
You snap.
A twist in words
Or slip in tone
And snap.
A word misheard,
Or left unsaid
Or said
Because either could make you
Snap
I never knew what to say
Or not,
And when or where
Dancing to the tune of your voice
Slower here,
Gentler there.
Always cautious,
Hovering over the faint line of
Pain or love.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 5:11 PM UTC
Just when I thought things were getting better
You snap.
A twist in words
Or slip in tone
And snap.
A word misheard,
Or left unsaid
Or said
Because either could make you
Snap
I never knew what to say
Or not,
And when or where
Dancing to the tune of your voice
Slower here,
Gentler there.
Always cautious,
Hovering over the faint line of
Pain or love.