Love a girl who writes,
and lives her many lives;
you have yet to find her,
beneath her words of guise,
kiss her blue-inked fingers,
forgive the pen they marked,
The stain of your lips upon her-
the one she can't discard.
Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after,
the hero of her book.
_Lang Leav
- website: www.wattpad.com/user/fifi4life
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Story by Fidia Carter
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So many words in my head
Dreams, painted scenes, poetry
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be read.....
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