The words that never make it out of my mouth
They stop at my lips
My tongue already formed to make the first letter
Dripping with the same confession
I find too hard to tell anyone
I can feel the words heavy in my mouth
Wanting to be spit out
Shouted loud and proud
But I mumble at best.
To that woman at the grocery
No my boyfriend isn't lucky
But my girlfriend is.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
The words that never make it out of my mouth
They stop at my lips
My tongue already formed to make the first letter
Dripping with the same confession
I find too hard to tell anyone
I can feel the words heavy in my mouth
Wanting to be spit out
Shouted loud and proud
But I mumble at best.
To that woman at the grocery
No my boyfriend isn't lucky
But my girlfriend is.
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