Jauntypoet93

A simple change

Why is it we let people 

decide how we handle things.

The close not love isn't as close as I pictured 

it. Tangles in this I must shut down my responses 

to comfort your ego. I slip through my mouth 

"Go back to sleep," as a term of endearment,

BUT in your heart it's poison on command 

I don't speak to hear my words bounce off my teeth

to twirl around on my tongue

to hit the air where you hear death.

I correct myself and leave 

                 and that's where this poem

came from.

Comments2

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write

  • WriteBeLight

    Sometimes it is better to hold your tongue, but it is tough to do so everytime. Great work!



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