Forming the sequencing of thoughts

was difficult to find,

but the words still fell

from the tangled web of my mind

They tumbled through the air

and rested on your ear

It is the truth you finally hear

In a luxury as lovely as satin

lays honesty

Pure in intention,

molded from modesty

Pride was just small enough

to swallow and not choke

Wishing for words to be taken back

is as within your gasp

as swirling smoke