left scattered with the dried up leaves of fall
string them together and make you a necklace
the air is right for a swim with the stars
so take my hand in your pocket
shower me with magic spells, fireworks, and laughter
while our pasts intermingle
in the summer rain
mail me your life story
when you turn old and gray
and in the winter your writing will ignite
the flame you once spelled out in my brain
caress the best of me
peruse the worst
kiss me 'til you quench my soul of its thirst
2 comments:
thanx man, u got a kewl style too
I do have one question though,
who is she? :)
thanks
she? hmm... i'm a girl writing about a guy... does that clarify things?
so i guess the real question is, who is he?
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