Your lips
are not the cure
to this doubt,
though I am assured by your
vehemence
and the way
you look at me
when I ask
what this all
means to you.
Your lips
are not the cure
to this doubt,
yet I’ve begun
to believe you;
Tomorrow
you may burn
your roots
and bridges,
but the time
we have spent
will mean
“something”.
This I know,
though your lips are
no cure
for this doubt.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 3:54 PM UTC
Your lips
are not the cure
to this doubt,
though I am assured by your
vehemence
and the way
you look at me
when I ask
what this all
means to you.
Your lips
are not the cure
to this doubt,
yet I’ve begun
to believe you;
Tomorrow
you may burn
your roots
and bridges,
but the time
we have spent
will mean
“something”.
This I know,
though your lips are
no cure
for this doubt.
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