Friday, March 27, 2015

Her Words

Love a girl who writes,
                      and live her many lives;
                               you have yet to find her,
                                         beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers,

                  forgive the pens they marked.
                             The stain of your lips upon her -
                                         the one she can't discard.

Forget the tattered memories,

                     or the pages others took;
                                    you are her ever after -
                                              the hero of her book.





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