Misspellings.
Coincidental; little mistakes
that make us
oh, so very
human.
A stroke or a little flick of ink that makes that dizzying difference
between what your lips wants to say
and
what is starkly conventional.
But trust me,
sweets,
when I write
I love you
at the
very end of
creased
coffee-stained and red lipped marked
napkins.
It isn't quite a mistake.
Hush those slightly alarmed eyes.
Perhaps, it's just my white heart painted red's
blissful
fall.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Misspellings.
Coincidental; little mistakes
that make us
oh, so very
human.
A stroke or a little flick of ink that makes that dizzying difference
between what your lips wants to say
and
what is starkly conventional.
But trust me,
sweets,
when I write
I love you
at the
very end of
creased
coffee-stained and red lipped marked
napkins.
It isn't quite a mistake.
Hush those slightly alarmed eyes.
Perhaps, it's just my white heart painted red's
blissful
fall.
Hi Hi Hi!
How are you today, lovely?
I hope you enjoyed this little daydream I've written into words.
x
P.S This one is for you, Sabina.
