Dutifully, my pen would scroll.
First I'd look for that which grows deep.
And when I'd found the strongest tree,
I'd carve my secrets in his side.
My dreams would span the whole trunk-wide.
The tears that never touched my face
You'd silently read across his base.
And as you wrapped your arms around,
You'd feel my memories surround.
If I could write you something beautiful
You might come to know me well.
3 comments:
Like it:) Nice new look too
thanks, yes, I like this better than the 'arts and crafts' look I had going before lol. :) Not gonna lie, I stole a few of the pics from your recent posts... that typewriter will probably be my next banner ;)
Beautiful poem!!! Love it! and the whole new look is really fun! :)
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