I gave you my roses and they wilted at your touch
YOU ARE READING
Words of Ink
PoetryOne word. I fell in your trance, sucked into your inky depth. Two words. You drew me in, my attention rapt. Three words. I laughed, I cried, I knew Four words. that you were just a word of ink. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~...
Twenty.
I gave you my roses and they wilted at your touch
