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Paper and Pen


You’re paper and I’m pen

I tried to fill you in with words I longed to say

Words that wouldn’t mean a thing if said to someone else

But you have five more pages

And I’m running out of ink



The thought of you keeps me awake every night
Your presence haunts me in my dreams
Your smile reminds me of the first day of summer
Your eyes are like the sun’s light during spring
Touch as gentle as the winds of autumn
And hair as dark as winter’s nights

Every feature and every curve of yours is painted in my mind
You’ve vandalized my heart with your name
And sprayed my life with the colors of your laugh
But then again, you’re a mystery waiting to be solved
A puzzle waiting to be whole
And a treasure, waiting to be unearthed