amishmechanism (amishmechanism) wrote,

9th grade, hah.

i remember this being how i pictured my future marriage, genders reversed.

The Author's Wife

Let your mind run free along purple trees,
let your creativity sway with the wind.
You will then dare tell your maiden so fair,
that your heart belongs to the pen.
She will let silver tears grace her cheeks,
and you will push her away once again.
And you will say to her, "Darling, I bid you farewell.
For my heart, it belongs to the pen."
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