I want
to be written about.
Immortalised
in the scrawling of
a pining boy’s
pen.
Encased, no,
enshrined
in verses of
a stars-for-eyes
poet.
Enwreathed
in flowers of
words that
a hopeless romantic waters
everyday.
Is it
much
too much
to ask?
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
I want
to be written about.
Immortalised
in the scrawling of
a pining boy’s
pen.
Encased, no,
enshrined
in verses of
a stars-for-eyes
poet.
Enwreathed
in flowers of
words that
a hopeless romantic waters
everyday.
Is it
much
too much
to ask?
