Shh.
My ears are exhausted.
Do not say those words.
I turn the music up louder.
Screams fly out like weightless birds.
Lungs fill up with air, still and stale,
They will burst with one more breath,
I sit beside you on my bed and sing.
A desperate song that may be my death.
If you utter the phrase I have been hiding from,
Black magic words spun into a lullaby,
We will both have no choice but to accept..
The love we have been trying to deny.
Shh.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
Shh.
My ears are exhausted.
Do not say those words.
I turn the music up louder.
Screams fly out like weightless birds.
Lungs fill up with air, still and stale,
They will burst with one more breath,
I sit beside you on my bed and sing.
A desperate song that may be my death.
If you utter the phrase I have been hiding from,
Black magic words spun into a lullaby,
We will both have no choice but to accept..
The love we have been trying to deny.
Shh.
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