But what if
I had the words
To tell you what you are
How you heal me
From the inside out
They way your touch
Mends the cracks
That have formed on my skin
After years of self-inflicted abuse
And how your kiss
Seems to swallow whole
The emptiness that took up residence
Deep in my heart
Many years ago
But I don’t
Have those words
So let’s smoke
And get drunk
And fall asleep in each other’s arms


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at:
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