take off my armour and cry
the days have been heavy and dark
the storm that washed my happiness away
stay
look at me
please forgive me
as the moments pass
nothing’s said
but the edges are less sharp
memories become fickle and stray
rewind, my muse
your lips to my heart
nothing’s broken and we’re all right
if only for now

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad