say you love me
for these three words
will always matter
say you love me
for these three words
will always matter
the masks have always been there
the kinds we could never see
the smile with the sad eyes
the lips with fake promises
were all masks
but
I prefer the ones I am wearing now
against the virus
for
my expressions are no longer visible
and
the freedom to be me
is liberating
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by
our love
is what dreams are made of
broken but beautiful
don’t love my madness
or my chaos
for
i want to be as normal
as anyone else
was it love
then why did it go away
was it love
why it didn’t stay
what kind of love
hurts you
what kind of love
turns you black and blue
is it love
when your dreams shatter
no it’s not love
when there are no love notes
just occasional banter
did she stop loving him
or
was she scared
of the hold
he was having
over her
as the heavens drip
remembering the days of our youth
when we shared an umbrella