Monday, November 24, 2014

the writer

I am intrigued, I am stolen
a piece of me has flown to you
and I don't know what to do...
or if I want it back.

I hang on your words
and I become myself with you.
you take what I say to heart
and you see me as I am

the writer, writing a love song on my heart...
has captured my attention and now I must
let the moments come as they may
I can't waste a minute.

you had me at hello...





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