Tell Me

Talk to me . . . tell me
when is it enough
when will careful words
be a thing of the past
just tell me baby
because I want to tell you
how I feel

Talk to me . . . tell me
why
why is it that we seem to carry
the burdens of pain
in the midst
of possible beauty
just tell me baby
because I want to tell you
how you make me feel

I know I’ve hurt you
and it doesn’t matter if I say the same
nothing matters anymore
I just want to tell you
my dreams
and listen to yours

Just talk to me baby . . . tell me
when will it be enough
because time is precious
and I need it to love you

I love this ~ and all that you write, it just flows out as a stream of consciousness to me.

"...when will careful words
be a thing of the past..."

You capture it again and again

Thank you so much . . . now I have this huge smile on my face. It's nice to know that someone can appreciate what you write.

l eloquently spoke