The question, " Have you had your first kiss?" Escaped from your mouth with the rhythmic tone of your voice embracing the packaged words.
" No" was the lie tied to my tongue by the brude of vipers.
But, yes is the real answer chained with a story at it's ankle that shattered me at my knees
And I didn't want to shatter you.
So then I lost
you.
JE LEEST
Blossoming Words
PoëziePoems that are blooming with love, happiness, abuse, truth, feminism, racism. **TRIGGER WARNING** abuse, sexual assault.
