I can tell this paper
how much I love you.
Spill my ink like tears,
sorting out my fears.
I can tell this paper
how much I want you
My lips upon your neck,
All the sorted details
that make me such a wreck.
I can tell this paper
All the many things
that I can't tell you
And for now that
will have to do
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 7:07 PM UTC
I can tell this paper
how much I love you.
Spill my ink like tears,
sorting out my fears.
I can tell this paper
how much I want you
My lips upon your neck,
All the sorted details
that make me such a wreck.
I can tell this paper
All the many things
that I can't tell you
And for now that
will have to do
