Friday, June 3, 2011
my pen bleeds ..
It tis my pen that bleeds for you night after night. Every word within my heart, every thought tumbling through my mind spills out on to these pages I write. Every wound, every smile, every warm embrace thy pen explodes on paper. My darling love, I pray you realize it's me .. before thy pen runs dry and we're left with nothing more then these words on scraps of paper.
Posted by bebe booth at 11:50 AM