you wrote me letters on leaves,
i wrote mine on paper
both of the same origins,
of the same tree
as you wrote,
the leaves fell slowly
and wilted
while i kept mine
hidden between books
i’ve kept your love
from the start,
while yours decayed
and left to rot.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
you wrote me letters on leaves,
i wrote mine on paper
both of the same origins,
of the same tree
as you wrote,
the leaves fell slowly
and wilted
while i kept mine
hidden between books
i’ve kept your love
from the start,
while yours decayed
and left to rot.
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