From the ink pen of thoughts, as the paper formed
a heart, was the symptom of your love, it was written
on the chart. Drawing out all these feelings, unrolled
blueprints of our start, drafting the imprints of your
lips, tracing this paper heart.
Secrets are sealed in tape, emotions inside the
box, reads breakable items on the side and fragile
across the top. As the box is opened up, holding the
blueprints and the chart, underneath the sets of
documents, lies a folded paper heart.
Shavings of lead litter the floor, this pencils
explaining you, your adding color to this paper, painting
your love so true. The full unfolding of the canvas,
proves the hardest part, admiring every shred of you,
loving your paper heart.
From this ink pen of thoughts, you took the paper
from the heart, added stitches to what was broken,
a true work of art. Publishing the story of our love, you
was the writer from the start, I found the cure in your
love, you put the beat back in my heart. ~VeepLee~
©veep
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