Stretch your vocabulary, and speak to me like I am a canvas. Treat me like abstract art. Try to learn me, and try to see that I am different. Spill your ink on the floor, and see how it forms. You can't see what isn't yet. You can't assume or guess someone's lifestyle. Pay attention to the crease on my shirt. See the smile that brings plenty more. You are too far gone for me to bring you back. You have set out for something I can't attend, so please remember me when you can. Remember the laughs we shared, and the kisses that came behind our love. Remember that you will always hold my love, and you will never have to feel something different.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Stretch your vocabulary, and speak to me like I am a canvas. Treat me like abstract art. Try to learn me, and try to see that I am different. Spill your ink on the floor, and see how it forms. You can't see what isn't yet. You can't assume or guess someone's lifestyle. Pay attention to the crease on my shirt. See the smile that brings plenty more. You are too far gone for me to bring you back. You have set out for something I can't attend, so please remember me when you can. Remember the laughs we shared, and the kisses that came behind our love. Remember that you will always hold my love, and you will never have to feel something different.
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