I have said too much.
Though I should probably keep this to myself
I’ve let my foolish words crawl into the hands
Of someone unworthy so they have become worthless
Muting their meaning
Wishing I would’ve kept quiet,
Instead I flaunted my feelings
Exploiting my wounds despite
The salt poured into them daily
But I have begun to run out of metaphors
To cover up whom I meant this for
You claim I've said too much.
But it was you who never said enough
The Shade In The Night
1 week ago