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, as I trace 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, under the sets of documents,
lies a folded paper heart.
Shavings of lead litter the floor, this penciol's
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. Publish 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`
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