Do not kiss lips that stutter, with lips
that shiver like they were frozen
because chances are she'll struggle with
words of comfort. Not for you. For you
she would squeeze out every sweet word
that might curl the edge of your own
lips
But kiss her not For you. Kiss her that it
might calm the quakes in her heart that
leaves its wake on her lips
Put your heart in her hands that the
beating of your heart gives her peace
that the heat warms her hands
Kiss her again, kiss her broken lips
that you might taste the muffled screams
and feel the sentences lost between the cracks
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Do not kiss lips that stutter, with lips
that shiver like they were frozen
because chances are she'll struggle with
words of comfort. Not for you. For you
she would squeeze out every sweet word
that might curl the edge of your own
lips
But kiss her not For you. Kiss her that it
might calm the quakes in her heart that
leaves its wake on her lips
Put your heart in her hands that the
beating of your heart gives her peace
that the heat warms her hands
Kiss her again, kiss her broken lips
that you might taste the muffled screams
and feel the sentences lost between the cracks
long *** title hahaha
old poems found on my laptop
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