A Riled Writer

Thursday, March 6, 2014

I hope that you like the way I write.

I hope that you understand.

because I'm not saying forever and writing it in the sand.

I'm carving it on the palms of my hands.

I'm pressing them to both of our chests.


Every breath means I love you.
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