Maybe I should have been softer.
Kinder in the approach of silence.
.
Maybe I should have wrapped you in silk
Instead of burning ambitions and dreams.
.
Maybe the words on my tongue deserved
Their own space in your mouth, tasted.
.
The necklace on my neck is a chain, burning.
And I can taste my prison sentence like saline.
.
It's cool on my mouth like the first touch of fall,
Just as sweet as the mold beneath damp leaves.
.
I'd like to lie down there, in the puddles
Gathering beneath the massive oaks.
.
Maybe then I could taste the shimmer
Caught on your lips like promised rain.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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