Paper
I can tell this paper
how much I love you.
Spill my ink like tears,
sorting out my fears.
I can tell this paper
how much I want you
My lips upon your neck,
All the sorted details that
make me such a wreck.
I can tell this paper
All the many things
that I can't tell you
And for now that
will have to do.
©SamHarty
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