I would write you,
one hundred pretty poems,
to ease your worried mind,
but no amount,
of scatter words,
or curious syllables,
could ever illustrate,
these shaking fingertips,
or the feeling of a,
newly healed heart,
once again,
racing vigorously.
I could write you,
one hundred pretty poems,
to…
I would write you,
one hundred pretty poems,
to ease your worried mind,
but no amount,
of scatter words,
or curious syllables,
could ever illustrate,
these shaking fingertips,
or the feeling of a,
newly healed heart,
once again,
racing vigorously.
I could write you,
one hundred pretty poems,
to…