Hopeless Case

I can’t help but write about him. there’s too much poetry on his lips. too many unsaid words in his kiss. honey drips from his fingertips and onto my skin. tell me. how to keep this pen quiet when his mind is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.

 

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