Words

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2017

Twenty days is a long time

to not write anything.

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last.

 

I like telling you how I feel

in the same way you enjoy.

 

Sometimes it’s better to write it

so you can keep it

and reread how I feel.

 

I guess I'll write until the ink runs out

and the words sound wrong

leaving a bitter taste in my mouth

and my paper empty.

 

When I’m with you

I can fill a paper with how much you mean to me.

The words can always spill onto the page.

 

The ink flows from me like blood

and it won’t clot

as long as I have you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/6/17

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