Our shaking shoulders,
Still don't prove that its colder,
Out here in this winter,
Than it is in here.
Somehow the temperature could never compare.
I want to say it,
That phase that's just three simple words,
But means so much more to me.
I'm afraid,
I'll say the words wrong.
And so you don't hear them,
I will keep them here,
Unsaid.
Untold.
Unheard.
I tell myself,
Its better not to tell you,
Because words can never tell you,
Exactly what I mean.
I don't want to tell you sometimes,
Because no one means it anymore.
Maybe that's how you'll take it.
I want to but how do I know this space still between us,
is small enough to say,
"I love you"
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
