Coffee brewed black
cold now as your side of the bed;
kisses never leave such bitterness.
The teaspoons you've given me
aren't deep enough to carry
the sweetness of your words.
Your love crept into my cavities
rotting me from the inside,
stretching roots into my jaw so deep
I could only speak eight letters,
all for you.
I wish I was this creative _-_
ReplyDeleteOh stop it! Thank you for taking the time to read my words, it means a lot! :)
ReplyDeleteNo problem Taby. I'll keep reading too. I rather enjoy them.
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