Words, swirling around in my head,
Not belonging to me.
Well, sort of.
They’re yours, but you gave them to me.
Sometimes, in the darkness, I wrap them around me,
And pretend that they’re you.

Words, swirling around in my soul,
That you shared with me.
In tender, quiet moments,
That I’ll always hold near.

Words, swirling around in my heart,
That you gifted to me,
Confessing a myriad of emotions,
That I’ve never heard from someone like you,
And you’ve never shared with someone like me.

Words, coming from your mouth,
To and for me.
I’ll cherish them forever…
Even when the taste of them has long since faded from you.

08/04/2011

Posted on 08/05/2011
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