Say this out loud. I have to tomorrow :)
I listen to,
The Man that whispers sweet nothings
Into
the ears of the woman that seeks nothing.
Tonight,
When the entire world is asleep,
The Man,
Lies there wishing he would have
Said something different,
To,
The Woman who smells like lilies,
to,
The Woman that looks like a flower field.
Can you hear it?
The sweet scent of sinful regret.
Can you feel it?
The sweat of not the man,
But it trickles down the can of his beer that stands there untouched.
Unlike,
The man's pride.
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Hues Of Words
Poetry"Take off your colors, what are you wearing them for?" Cover made by @CoverCreator678
