If I were asked to write what my thoughts were about you,
I'd fill pages with run on sentences about every freckle laying on your pale skin and every hair that rises on my arms when you whisper my name. I'd dull pencils trying to describe very inch of you beautiful smile and how I'll forever miss the taste of your warm lips on mine during a cold winter night. I'd ink every page in this ******* place, and I'd make sure to scratch out words that wouldn't sound right next to your name.