My first love
Not the true one
But the kind of lesson
That makes me question
What you whisper in sleep
My curiosity all but lessens
I learned to listen
To words as they’re given
Feelings pushed aside
Every letter is a sign
I should not read into
I’d like to know your mind
Better than my own
So i’ll not have to deal with this false hope
Then maybe those taunting voices
Won’t ruin something so good now


© SavannahFilove