Why haven't you been writing lately?
Because I miss walking at the park
Passing by your house
Looking at you through the window of your room
So preoccupied
So absorbed.
Your soul is shrunken
into the end tip of a pen
and you let it dance on the paper
to the rhythm of your words
and later
fathomed into magnificent poems
But I've found the reason
on a yellow Post-It
in a secret compartment
of a music box
left at my doorstep
It says,
"Pardon me
but you've been interrupting
my train of thoughts
quite often lately.
How about scones and tea
after three,
just you and me?"
with your initials signed
The reason is me
and somehow I'm happy
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
Why haven't you been writing lately?
Because I miss walking at the park
Passing by your house
Looking at you through the window of your room
So preoccupied
So absorbed.
Your soul is shrunken
into the end tip of a pen
and you let it dance on the paper
to the rhythm of your words
and later
fathomed into magnificent poems
But I've found the reason
on a yellow Post-It
in a secret compartment
of a music box
left at my doorstep
It says,
"Pardon me
but you've been interrupting
my train of thoughts
quite often lately.
How about scones and tea
after three,
just you and me?"
with your initials signed
The reason is me
and somehow I'm happy
the love of a stalker lol this is written roughly so-
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