Sweet Nothings



I whisper sweet nothings

You nod as if you understand

This foreign language

Called love

I speak through my soul

You hear with your heart

Your smile never fades

As I give you everything

I realize now

I was vulnerable

If you had turned away

I would have broken

My true self was in the open

And you lean in and whisper back sweet nothings

Our foreign language

Called love

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