Sep 2014
I hold the pencil in my hand,
My words devoted to you.
Writing the wrongs in my broken dreamland,
Though phrases will never do.
Looking at you in the room,
My thoughts will never idle.
Your beauty is one that will always loom,
So why can't I think of a title?
My words devoted to you.
Writing the wrongs in my broken dreamland,
Though phrases will never do.
Looking at you in the room,
My thoughts will never idle.
Your beauty is one that will always loom,
So why can't I think of a title?
"Writing" was used on purpose. It is NOT a typo.
(26/Pangender/Akron, OH)
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