You told me you loved me as my arms held your head.
“You love me?” I said.
Your eyes wide, I felt your cry. I didn’t show you mine.
When your pupils shrink and your eyes are bleak staring back at me.
“Will you love me then?”
When you no longer gleam.
Afraid that I will not know until the final blow.
Fearing the sharpness of your teeth, but I see the soft smile you give me.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
You told me you loved me as my arms held your head.
“You love me?” I said.
Your eyes wide, I felt your cry. I didn’t show you mine.
When your pupils shrink and your eyes are bleak staring back at me.
“Will you love me then?”
When you no longer gleam.
Afraid that I will not know until the final blow.
Fearing the sharpness of your teeth, but I see the soft smile you give me.
