I loved the way your secrets felt at night,
how I felt poetry between our skin,
like silk
as you peeled back my fragile incapabilities,
alive within my bed sheets
and always asked for a million
forevers.
this poem is written in past tense
and now I know how different
quiet and silent
feel.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
I loved the way your secrets felt at night,
how I felt poetry between our skin,
like silk
as you peeled back my fragile incapabilities,
alive within my bed sheets
and always asked for a million
forevers.
this poem is written in past tense
and now I know how different
quiet and silent
feel.
