METAPHOR/SOFT

soft like flower petals,

like honey, like gold trickling down your chin and onto my tongue.

soft like newborn,

soft like dainty silver,

soft like you and me on a snowy February afternoon.

soft like you never left,

like i still know how to trust and songs flies out of me as prayer 

like i never begged for mercy,

like my knees aren't painted blue,

like the hym never turned into screams,

like i was okay without you,

like i did'nt learned to spell sacrifice using your lips

soft like salvation

like February promises were never broken atall.