words that i said i would not call her
are screaming in my mind
they creep through the darkness of my throat
as if they are scared to be found
only then to be pushed back into my mind
and do it over again i had no such intention of doing
so when they found the light the words came with the formation of sound
its a soft joyousness whisper but with the guilt of sin
****
*****
did not think she would enjoy the life thats changed
words that were never able to be thought now melt from the lashings of my tongue
drip drip drip goes the words
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
words that i said i would not call her
are screaming in my mind
they creep through the darkness of my throat
as if they are scared to be found
only then to be pushed back into my mind
and do it over again i had no such intention of doing
so when they found the light the words came with the formation of sound
its a soft joyousness whisper but with the guilt of sin
****
*****
did not think she would enjoy the life thats changed
words that were never able to be thought now melt from the lashings of my tongue
drip drip drip goes the words