• kmbwrites 31w

    The tongue that once spoke of love so fluently,
    The one that feverishly traced the curves of my body
    And invariably,
    the cracks in my heart.
    Promises that we would never be apart.
    This same tongue spoke mostly lies
    And in the end, bled my heart dry-
    So take with you, your dagger tongue,
    As we become unwritten; unsung.