Jun 2014
I feel like I am diminishing
I am shriveling up
Not really dying
Just a whisper
Fading
I am a soft-spoken word
Like an escaped secret
Never able to return
To your lips
Not ever
I am shriveling up
Not really dying
Just a whisper
Fading
I am a soft-spoken word
Like an escaped secret
Never able to return
To your lips
Not ever
Something seems off about this poem. I have been trying to wrap my head around it, but I can't. I think it is the ending, I want it to be powerful or give a different perspective to the poem. But I haven't found anything yet, so I have decided to stop thinking, and just post it.
