Ebony,
"How is it that I'm not alive until the verses from my pen brings you near? Is it because of the distance between us that makes our love just as distant than the mileage? Or, is it that your heart belongs to another? O ebony, why does the feel of your lips dances with the imaginations of my thoughts? Does the thought of my touch rang true in your mind? Does your pen call out for me, like the echoes of your heart, causes me to write my deepest thoughts and love I have for you, in the days we're not together? How is it that the canvas I recite my heartbeats, go without a response? O ebony, my love how I await your response. Looking for just an answer to this question that causes my pen to move. Will u answer or just cause me to recite till you give me an answer?"
©gazeldeas
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