04 12 / 2011
December 2, 2011
Dear You,
The soft-
Nah, fuck it. Forget
the cute lines and respectable verses
of nature mixing with love
and becoming what
I feel.I only wish I could
explain my thoughts without
layering it with pretty
metaphors and
long strands of nothings.Instead I want to be able
to tell you of my heart,
list the reasons my pulse
quickens and breathes with
every touch. I cannot,I need the lines, the verse,
the unreality of abstract images
trembling on the page to
give you the voice you need.-Me
(Source: writeletters-dearyou)
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