if i,

allowed
you
to
write
your
story
upon my
heart.

would
you
break
it,

just
rip it
apart?

or
would,

Aruban
beach
divi divi trees
and
tradewind
fantasies
fill
and
be the
ink
in
your
quill?

would
you
script a
story
for
you and i
like
fine
classical
art?

or has
life
left
all your
remaining
ink
black
and
my heart
has
been
made
to pay
the
bill?





written by me... ..