Biting my tongue,
So the words don't slip out
The taste of copper,
Sharp in my mouth.
"Penny for your thoughts"
so the saying goes,
but they could never afford
the words I've burried below.
Sentenced to silence,
laid to rest in an unmarked grave,
as I'm slowly murdered
by the things I don't say...
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 6:12 AM UTC
Biting my tongue,
So the words don't slip out
The taste of copper,
Sharp in my mouth.
"Penny for your thoughts"
so the saying goes,
but they could never afford
the words I've burried below.
Sentenced to silence,
laid to rest in an unmarked grave,
as I'm slowly murdered
by the things I don't say...