Spilled

Spilled

Every time that we’re
In bed
There’s words spilling over
Inside my head
Even the world spills over
In phrases I can’t capture
Each like a touch, searing
But replaced by another
So many poems, in your hands
Each more beautiful, than the other
– I honestly don’t know
What to say
It’s baffling
How you give me
so much to write about
But
You take my words away

©CM
29.01.2015

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5 thoughts on “Spilled

  1. Through and through, all so relatable.

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  2. Madsies says:

    Delightful!

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