Still hear

[enders_solice]

If you've something to say
Uncap your pen
In lyric, in prose,
In your ringing scrawl
Lefty loosey
Whether sneer or grin
Say it to her before the seams are too frayed
Scenes smearing, decayed
The smell on your memories
Fading
Too late? Never. Too heavy? Maybe.
Too true, more like, for that mouth
Warm and real as every whisper
Every shiver
Too true