If I wrote a poem for you
would you love me?
Would you know how and why
things unfold, unfurl.
The brown, dog-eared pages
of a well told story.
Would you understand that
my heart sings,
that my eyes are full of tears?
Don’t worry,
it’s not your fault.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
That’s beautiful!
-m
ah yes brown pages.
i usually eat chocolate when reading my favourite books..
so many people believe that the yellow/brown tint of the pages are because the books are aged… i must correct that fallacy. it is the chocolate! the chocolate from my fingertips.
ah here ! now it sounds as if i’m fat!
haha
short and sweet benji. comhghairdeas!
Thank you.
that is a sweet one
I’m glad you think so.
who’s fault is it?
No ones.
It’s just one of those things.