One more time I ask you.
One more time, in shame.
I shouldn’t, though I want to.
“Tell me what’s your name?”
To my despair and my disgust.
Your answer doesn’t change.
Your breath on mine like angel dust,
but answer you the same.
I love you so although I cannot bare to hear your name.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
