This isn't a poem, unless you want it to be.

This isn't a story, unless you'd like it to be.

your arms wrapped around my body, holding me ever so tightly; not letting go until the morning glow.

your lips pressed against my flawed skin. My body meets yours, as my ears meet your words.
cause words, thats all this'll ever be. Words that hold no meaning to you. You'll never hear the words I write on this my my heart.

so words is all I'll ever be.