A Drunkard's Words
Words slide off the tip of your tongue
in such an eloquent fashion.
You speak and I watch
as sentences soon form into daggers,
aiming straight towards my heart.
With you I have no walls.
The sharpness of your words penetrates
the very depths of...
in such an eloquent fashion.
You speak and I watch
as sentences soon form into daggers,
aiming straight towards my heart.
With you I have no walls.
The sharpness of your words penetrates
the very depths of...