Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
We **** to understand each other. your brooding silence my mix-matched, symbolic language the heat of your eyelashes and the weight of your smile my fractured, silken curves and the reminiscent scent of the afternoon on our skin the secrets hidden behind your teeth the way your hands change with your personality the reason my lips feel different when you smile when I’m tired; when your eyes are slits and mine are open; when your memories are deeper than mine We **** to get to know each other, to feel safe when you drive fast and to feel scared when you don’t. We **** to feel something: passion love sadness hope warmth We **** to get rid of the sour taste that lingers on our tongues simply because we don’t understand each other. We **** because we shouldn’t. Because no is more tempting than yes. Because what I want is not what I express. We **** without speaking Because ******* is a language, Because the secrets hidden behind your teeth and in my smile and in my hips are not secrets we are willing to speak. We are alive. We are human. But we are alone.
0
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
Untitled
We **** to understand each other. your brooding silence my mix-matched, symbolic language the heat of your eyelashes and the weight of your smile my fractured, silken curves and the reminiscent scent of the afternoon on our skin the secrets hidden behind your teeth the way your hands change with your personality the reason my lips feel different when you smile when I’m tired; when your eyes are slits and mine are open; when your memories are deeper than mine We **** to get to know each other, to feel safe when you drive fast and to feel scared when you don’t. We **** to feel something: passion love sadness hope warmth We **** to get rid of the sour taste that lingers on our tongues simply because we don’t understand each other. We **** because we shouldn’t. Because no is more tempting than yes. Because what I want is not what I express. We **** without speaking Because ******* is a language, Because the secrets hidden behind your teeth and in my smile and in my hips are not secrets we are willing to speak. We are alive. We are human. But we are alone.
mary-ann-osgood
Written by
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem