Pouring Out

Pouring out And falling all over the ground And not knowing what to do with it now And hoping it's not another cheap hope I've found Pouring out Forgetting how to be proud Remembering words out loud Wishing half of them actually made a sound Pouring out But not with everyone else around Not in... Continue Reading →

I pursued you because I didn't know you And I wanted just a taste But every sip was sweeter than the last Your heart seemed so love-laced And twisting words of sweetness Over your loverly head Caused my draught to ever-deepen As I laid there, outspread I dared you to take every piece of me... Continue Reading →

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