Love letters from pens with no ink... and I'm left reading scratches on the table.
Whispers are so much louder in the dark. So break bulbs with me babe. We're bright enough to blind them all.
Her eyes have been rubbed red and her heart is between extremes. Meanwhile I'm making amends with the postman because I'm getting the vibe she might be worth writing home about.
Everything behind my eyelids is a machine that only moves for her.
The crossing guard should be here soon. Let's hold hands until then.
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We will forever be a community of writers asking you to fall in (love) or be taken (hostage.) We only want to make you smile, and encourage you to pick up the pen, or start using those fingers on your keyboard!
