I fell in love with a writer
One that poses the power to flood my senses with pretty words
One that holds the power to build me palaces in forms of paragraphs in which makes my heart swell in my affections for you my dearest.
I fell in love with a writer— no- my lovely writer i have not only fallen for his prideful gaze when he looks upon the masterpiece he had skillfully worked on with words most of them are adjectives it seems as if my writer takes a liking to describing the things that he found interesting
Yet i have not only fallen for that he is a writer of course welcoming the calluses and rigid skin on his hands but worry not my dear i find it comforting to be held by someone who is mine no matter the dark circles under your eyes or your lips that taste of coffee I will love you til you run out of words my dear writer
Til you fail to make me defenseless from your beautifully crafted sentences
Only then shall i stop myself from loving you
But my dear don't you sweat as long as im alive i will always be held captive and helpless from—oh dear god your smile and the way the passion burns in your eyes indeed you have taken all advantages from my heart and I to yourself in which i may add from the day we first met you've already got me in your sweet grasp and oh how i love it when you call me mine it makes me realize that i too am your safety and comfort
My dearest writer in this paragraph i would like to remind you that you are beautiful in every single way especially to me where every time i look at you—you just- just take my breath away by not only your top notch brain but your ethereal beauty—no—being thats it, with the way your hair is a mess but still managing to look pretty
The way your cheeks flush in embarrassment when i catch you staring at me
the way..— the way you hold me tight in your arms it feels like home
And the way you kiss me and tell me your never letting go
Oh my dearest writer you have captured my heart and taken the pleasure to give it the love and care it needs, right now all that is left to say is damn right
That boy is mine
A/N: Srry for the hammy ham vibe i realllllllyyyyyyyyy likeeeeee itttttrrrrr
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PoetryRead and try it Take it or leave it I dunno how to call my writing I'm not confident enough to call it poetry but it is words that i have put together to make a paragraph and thought it'd sounded pretty good for someone like me soooooooooooo
