My tongue is covered in scars,
Can you feel them when we kiss?
Even then, do you understand why they exist?
Almost daily there are words whos lives got cut short before they started,
The potential of some being far more vast than any aborted fetus or abandoned plans. The weight they carried stays on my tongue making speech harder with each slain saying. Making laughing a workout. And making kissing interpretive dance,
Me trying to tell if you can read Braille well enough to read what wasbt said. You trying to decide if this is still worth it, if this, like your major, is what you ACTUALLY wanted.