MIYM #16

These are only words.

Script from a twisted wrist

A hand that's been kissed

Words flowing from burnt fingertips

[I've always loved and touched too much]

But these are just words.

Being swallowed and ignored

And possibly rightfully so

Words, evaporating in blank eyes

Disappearing in artistic skies

Numb tongues wrapping around moonlit sighs.

Inhaled the experience and exhaled metaphoric lies.

Watch them rise through cracked throats

And break in mid air like neglected smoke

These are just words.

The ones I never spoke.

Love, Tianamonique

*I know I don't post as much as I used to. Some things are just meant to be kept to myself...