Hardcover Lover

Fri, 12/28/2018 - 15:37 -- Phishie

My letters trace your elegance with ease.

The page cannot contain your splendent smile.

No sweeter voice could grace the gentle breeze

Of the unworthy worlds my pens defile.

Within, they value strength; without, distress.

Yet none can understand the way you think.

Though interest in romance you possess,

Your love does not exist in lines of ink.

My words embrace you now, yet I cannot

Because your touch gives only papercuts.

From my reality, I call to thought

But solid is the line dividing us.

And still, my grief continues to ascend

With knowledge that your story nears its end.



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