Bit by bit.
I’m given,
Only a small,
Amount of you.
Full lips,
That only carry this,
Quiet.
Our exchanges,
Often empty.
Supple words,
Lost.
How satisfying,
This meal would be,
If only you’d,
talk to me.
Bit by bit.
I’m given,
Only a small,
Amount of you.
Full lips,
That only carry this,
Quiet.
Our exchanges,
Often empty.
Supple words,
Lost.
How satisfying,
This meal would be,
If only you’d,
talk to me.
Over-thinker, poetry writer. This is my therapy, just sharing my mind with you.