Fire on the rooftops and smoke in the clouds
My fingers through your hair and the way your voice sounds
What am I supposed to do, when there's nothing more to grab onto?
It's almost time to go, maybe I'll never know
I squeeze your shoulders to choke down the pain of this
You look at me, I know you want to say it
But you don't know what love is
Honey off your lips and the taste of jack
You're sweet sweet honey but I won't beg, I won't beg for you to come back
The Rolling Stones on the radio, the way you're afraid of saying too much
Oh, oh, do you feel how I feel?
It's painful and it burns to the touch
So either you're stronger or I'm just too much
But I understand where you're coming from, so I must be a hypocrite
Because I don't even know what love is
Caramel coating your fingers, softly runs down my fingers, gently coats my waist
Your affection lingers, I can't remove your fingers, they're stuck and I love the aftertaste
You're sweet sweet honey but I won't beg you to stay
I'm afraid that your feelings will change, that they'll go away
Tears in my eyes as you call me King
I'm not a king, I'm not a king
I'm not a king if it's not you who adores me
But there's nothing
You say nothing
There's nothing left for us to admit
Because the truth is you just don't know
You don't know what love is
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Everything I Bottled Up
PoetryI've failed to genuinely express myself for most of my life, but that finally ends here. This is everything I've bottled up, kept hidden, and should've said. Ranked: #4 in poems #24 in poetrycollection #3 in writings #19 in prose #6 in self-love
