Under your door
While you crept
Toward the edge
Of consciousness
I hand delivered a message
Finely creased
Highest quality pulp
Atop which I wrote
"I love you."
I never signed it
It fact
It took me ten years
To climb the stairs
I hope it finds you grumpy
As you always are
When the sun is breaching
Our horizon
And you think
"what is this
Wonderful paper on my
GO AWAY mat?"
Coffee in hand
You unfold oragami love
Smile
Go back to bed
You'll find me though
Fingerprints
Bloodhounds
Private ****
Only to reply
With a knife
to my bare chest
"I hate your guts."
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
Under your door
While you crept
Toward the edge
Of consciousness
I hand delivered a message
Finely creased
Highest quality pulp
Atop which I wrote
"I love you."
I never signed it
It fact
It took me ten years
To climb the stairs
I hope it finds you grumpy
As you always are
When the sun is breaching
Our horizon
And you think
"what is this
Wonderful paper on my
GO AWAY mat?"
Coffee in hand
You unfold oragami love
Smile
Go back to bed
You'll find me though
Fingerprints
Bloodhounds
Private ****
Only to reply
With a knife
to my bare chest
"I hate your guts."
Actually I'll hang on to the note for now...
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