You only see romance
Between sheets
When buttons are undone
And breathing is heavy
Love is on your lips
Only after I am
Your forever promises
Are only whispered
Between our sticky bodies
In the dusk of wasted passion
I saw romance
In your morning coffee
That I never liked
Love was on my lips
Even in your absence
My forever promises
Were whispered
When you didn’t care to hear them

If only you had listened.


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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