Trace words up and down my arm,
as if I'm paper and you're the pen,
be gentle for paper rips and words hurt.
Draw pictures along my back,
as if I'm a canvas and you're the paintbrush,
be delicate as paint dries,
and pictures mean more than words.
Open me up and tear down bridges,
destroy walls,
demolish buildings,
as if I am love and you are war.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
