Words.
Shaking.
Fighting to be ejaculated.
We’re in such a need.
We’re in such a hurry.
NO!
Wait.
Breathe.
Think.
What if the next was the last, and the last the first.
A word for a kiss.
Drown yourself in silence and let me live.
For I have no love to give.
Walk away.
Cold.
Distant.
Quiet.
Words pending on frozen lips drunk on silence.
By bluhberry
Hope in Solitude 