Golden tongue

   

You have this way of

Speaking your way

Back into my heart

When I have gathered the thoughts that

This is not going to work out

You whisper your way back in

You have me wrapping you up in my arms

Whispering back that I will never leave you

When just today

I was mentally packing my bags

Thinking of my passage

Which road I will take

Then here you come with your golden tongue

Changing my plans

 The choice I had made.

Whispering your way back into my heart.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Silver tongue, golden tongue...it's all the same, isn't it? Promises, promises, promises! Great write...you truly expressed the very sentiment that I'm sure a lot of people would love to say and you did it so very eloquently. Good job.

[Gatlianne]

I planned me escape for months - mentally packing as you put it ... and one day - those whispered words didn't mean that much.