From an 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 the 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 a 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 repairs to what's broken, a true work of art. Publish the story of our love, you was the writer from the start, I found a cure in your love, you put the beat back in my heart.
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