Love is Not Possession
Your invisible hands snake around my throat,
And I begin to choke on words left unspoken.
They’re still there, tingling burning the end of my tongue.
You know the moment my words slither out
Is the moment it’s over.
Your invisible hands snake around my throat,
And I begin to choke on words left unspoken.
They’re still there, tingling burning the end of my tongue.
You know the moment my words slither out
Is the moment it’s over.