On Paper

As I lay next to you

I write all these poems in my head.

But you ask me to say something sweet

And I lose my voice.

It’s not fair or right

I’m not sure why it happens every night

Will you still love me when the only time

I give you my heart is on paper?

Are the forehead kisses enough

to get you through the hard times?


-April 2018

4 thoughts on “On Paper”

  1. An interesting phenomenon. I think one would need to realize why that is so. Whether you are insecure (afraid of him hurting you/ not reciprocating). Or if you fear his reaction (laughter/ lack of appreciation). Or if you really feel what you write.

    1. The root of the issue definitely needs to be discovered and dealt with to continue pass it, great insight!

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