I do not know how to tell you
what I am feeling.
You ask, and
my tongue strangles itself.
It chokes itself silent.
Under my heart,
there is a wellspring
of things I wish I could
tell you, and my tongue
is the cork stoppering
them up. It is the sentinel
warden at the gate, letting
none of the prisoners through.
I wish I could drive a spile
under my ribs
and let it all pour out for you.
The Traitor Tongue and the Wellspring Heart by Gabriel Gadfly.
Yeah. Love that.
what I am feeling.
You ask, and
my tongue strangles itself.
It chokes itself silent.
Under my heart,
there is a wellspring
of things I wish I could
tell you, and my tongue
is the cork stoppering
them up. It is the sentinel
warden at the gate, letting
none of the prisoners through.
I wish I could drive a spile
under my ribs
and let it all pour out for you.
The Traitor Tongue and the Wellspring Heart by Gabriel Gadfly.
Yeah. Love that.
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alystar:
Good text! I know how that feels!
krissyjean:
He's a naughty little ferret. I love him. <3