by Bryona J.
His hands, those soft, baby, gentle hands
he would use just to make love to her
His mouth, the mouth of lies
that kissed the tip of the top lip
just to get a taste of what he wanted
His sorry, the sorry that doesn't always make
up
for what he’s done to her
His heart, the heart that explodes and bundles
up
every time he looks into her powder blue,
stardust eyes
His eyes, those round brown almond eyes
that sparkle more than a thousand miles into space
His ears, the smallest, funniest looking ears
that always listen to what she has to say
when she is lecturing him
His body, the warm, cold-hearted body
that is ready to set off to the moon with her
just to explore every single last piece of
her body
to make up for what he had done to her.
To say I'm sorry.
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