Making Love With Words

Making Out With Words

We write for the one,
Well-knowing these words
We bled out in ink
Will never be read by them.

May be it is the beauty of it,
There is nothing now
Holding us back to use our words,
No fear of losing,
What we already do not have.

I am not afraid,
I am wide-open to the possibility.
As I will wait,
I am making out with words,
Daydreaming your lips.
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