the words begin to s li p
right offyour lips,
from yourprettyface.
the th r e e word confession
f lls in every question
with oneanswer in their place.
The words melt into my s k i n,
and my heart op ens up when,
the pictures begin to BLOOM
because
A pictures worth a t h o u s a n d words,
and I know my own standards;
onethousand picturesfollow ‘I love you’
© 2010 The Still Air
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