You talk about a type of pain,
that I know all too well.
I see it in those eyes of yours,
you've also been through hell.
I've never had this love before,
the kind that I can keep.
I drowned in the shallow end,
so now I stay knee deep.
They say that time heals everything,
but it's been quite a while.
And yet you know a lot of things,
like how to make me smile.
And though this as a sentiment
may seem rather grim.
I like to let go of the ledge
and relearn how to swim.
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
