Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Bombshell to tell.

Words,
Mean so little,
When thy lack,
Intention.

Words,
Hollow sounds,
Stringing together,
In order to,
Say something.

But did you?
Spoke?
Or merely provoke?

Your mouth,
Is dirty,
So damned,
We shall be,
When colliding,
Into a conversation,
With thy.

The air you release,
Is not a tease,
More then a disease.

I ask you,
If alone you may speak,
What would the world look like?

You would not want to live there,
I'd refuse too so I think,
How hard it must be,
To always stray,
With words bigger then you can handle,
How alone must you be,
When you say you love me?

And bombshell over bombshell you drop at me...




















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