taste the silence
The words
wash
on the shore of my tongue
cooling me.
There is nothing
to be said.
The words
taste better in my mouth,
I’ll just keep rolling them
like mints,
fresh waves.
Smiling at your anger.
The words
wash
on the shore of my tongue
cooling me.
There is nothing
to be said.
The words
taste better in my mouth,
I’ll just keep rolling them
like mints,
fresh waves.
Smiling at your anger.