The Language of Love
Love hurts
Like words written on my body
It’s a foreign language
One I had not yet felt
It was a beautiful cursive type
But it stung with every curl and swirl
It laced my skin with a drug that I hadn’t yet heard of
Every touch blistered me with a velvet kiss
Love kills me but I can’t let go
I’m entwined with the heart ache
Copyright © Keiera Pooley | Year Posted 2020
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