what is this but words
tiny letters placed together
to make sense of chemical reactions
driving human nature
to mistakes or glory
simple little sentences
meant to keep your spirit alive
to build you as if you were unbreakable
to crush you as only heartache could
yes you are my secret story
for which I weave letters
to form words
to depict feelings
you alone inspire
for the envy of many eyes
who drink in my writing
as if it could replace water
to keep their hearts alive
so here are tiny scratches
meant to make sense
of excited little pulses
firing from my mind
straight down to my finger tips
where I write for you
my most sacred wishes
so what is this
but tiny letters
scribbled before you
I simply adore you
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 10:19 PM UTC
what is this but words
tiny letters placed together
to make sense of chemical reactions
driving human nature
to mistakes or glory
simple little sentences
meant to keep your spirit alive
to build you as if you were unbreakable
to crush you as only heartache could
yes you are my secret story
for which I weave letters
to form words
to depict feelings
you alone inspire
for the envy of many eyes
who drink in my writing
as if it could replace water
to keep their hearts alive
so here are tiny scratches
meant to make sense
of excited little pulses
firing from my mind
straight down to my finger tips
where I write for you
my most sacred wishes
so what is this
but tiny letters
scribbled before you
I simply adore you
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