He loved to make her laugh
To part her lips in perfect half
For humor, he believed
It is how women get deceived
But as her laughter fell,
He knew he'd fallen just as well
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
