Write me a letter,
Use ink to express your emotions on the snow-colored sheet instead of sending pixelated lines, symbols forming abbreviated words you were to lazy to write out.
Write me a note,
Instead of a long-winded summary, pass me a small sheet of paper that you stained with your classic handwriting and a small little caricature drawn perfectly imperfect on the bottom.
Write me a song,
Fill it with every inside joke or ounce of love (in any shape or form), and it doesn't matter that you are far from being the next John Mayer or Christina Perri, it was you that wrote it.
Write me an eulogy,
I may not be dead (yet), but it is never too early to write down how much I mean to you (and maybe you will never get to read it aloud to my nearest and dearest companions and relatives, but I wouldn't mind an Augustus Waters/Hazel Grace moment).
Write me a poem,
Rhyming was never my forte, so you don't have to worry either.
Write me a story,
Keep it short, you may be patient, but my attention span is very short and will burn your string of patience as if it were flash paper.
Write me,
Write me anything,
Anything at all.
Let me read your words,
Fill it with pockets and crevices of sentiment,
Your wonderful, wonderful words.
Write me, please.
You mean the world to me.
P.S. you also owe me for writing to you.
a/n: i have been appreciating my franz recently. but me so lonely so me write bout me franz to me franz for me franz. i dunno why me am write liek dis but me am.
YOU ARE READING
midnight musings
Şiirit's late, i'm awake, so i write. [some parts are lowercase and some are not. depends on my mood.]
