The
curves
of
my
body
laid with oblivion;
We didn't love
with the same intentions.
The softness of my
skin roughened;
Your touch lacked
admiration.
The whisper of my
voice grew volume;
His voice lost consolation.
But Please,
Acknowledge me,
Even if I become
any less beautiful,
today.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
The
curves
of
my
body
laid with oblivion;
We didn't love
with the same intentions.
The softness of my
skin roughened;
Your touch lacked
admiration.
The whisper of my
voice grew volume;
His voice lost consolation.
But Please,
Acknowledge me,
Even if I become
any less beautiful,
today.