*Those three words
Are still stuck
On my throat,
Trying to crawl
Its way out.
Those three words
Makes it harder
For me to breathe;
Choking on my
Every word that
I wish to say to you.
Those three words
Began in my heart,
Then made its way up,
Coughing out my love.
Now those three words
Are eating me up inside;
Feeding off the battered up
Remains like a stray dog
Searching for leftovers.
I should have known better
That those three words
Would swallow me up
And slowly **** me inside
All because I chose
To keep them safe;
Far away from lies.*
- (A.F)
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
*Those three words
Are still stuck
On my throat,
Trying to crawl
Its way out.
Those three words
Makes it harder
For me to breathe;
Choking on my
Every word that
I wish to say to you.
Those three words
Began in my heart,
Then made its way up,
Coughing out my love.
Now those three words
Are eating me up inside;
Feeding off the battered up
Remains like a stray dog
Searching for leftovers.
I should have known better
That those three words
Would swallow me up
And slowly **** me inside
All because I chose
To keep them safe;
Far away from lies.*
- (A.F)
