maybe it was your radiance
or perhaps your touch
which drove me too close
which led me to your soul
maybe it was your smile
that made me grin
for the first time in a lifetime
for the first time in a while
so if I may ask why
did I let you in?
why did I drag you
to the darkness that resides within?
why did I share
what I've hidden?
why did I spill
the milk I was holding?
but maybe it was the reason
why you didn't accept
when you realized
I was convicted of treason
but I wish I didn't tell you
I hope I can turn back the clock
to the time when we were friends
to the time when we were still young
YOU ARE READING
loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
