Everytime I write a bit
in that story.
I feel pleasure flood inside me.
Covering me under its gentle touch,
Everytime I write.
And that story feels like my very own,
Though Smanatha is so different from me.
But to tell the truth,
I relate to some things that she goes through.
So, that makes it a bit hard for me to write
sometimes.
Though the words flow from my mind
like ink leaking from a pen.
I love too much,
And I love what that books hold.
I love how the story unfolds.
I know I keep saying,
How lucky I am to work with you.
But to tell the truth,
I'm also in love with the way you wrote.
It feels so specail,
To share this story.
For you mean a lot to me.
We share something so unique.
Don't we?
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The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesia* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
