The words haven’t stopped
Since I’ve met you,
Like a fountain pen
With a thorn in it’s side,
The ink just keeps bleeding onto the page.
Haphazard wrinkles of words
That age the white of the paper;
They speak only of you.
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Tagged as Amit, Intimate, Lit, love, poetry, prose, Words, Writing, Zeeshan
And you’ve been producing very touching, heartfelt & beautiful work! A very lucky person, whoever they are. 😉 Keep the wonderful lines coming 🙂
I met her at university! She is very special indeed. The words have just not stopped ^_^
That’s really sweet 🙂 So amazing how that happened, because I remember reading your poem ‘Home’ just before you left for uni. 😀 Wish you two all the best!
That is so kind of you to say, Yusra 🙂 but i must say that we aren’t together or anything. I do adore her though. Hopefully she’s noticed :))
that’s so sweet 🙂
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