You are the ink and the pen.
I have ideas and stories, but they're lifeless without you in my hand.
You are the paper and the desk.
I long for adventure and fantasy, and you're the canvas that will carry them.
You are the lamp and the warm mug.
When evening's shroud envelops us, you touch my face and kiss my lips.
Stay in my hand, and we will write a world.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
You are the ink and the pen.
I have ideas and stories, but they're lifeless without you in my hand.
You are the paper and the desk.
I long for adventure and fantasy, and you're the canvas that will carry them.
You are the lamp and the warm mug.
When evening's shroud envelops us, you touch my face and kiss my lips.
Stay in my hand, and we will write a world.
"As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another." - Proverbs 27:17
