If you put your love on paper...
Sometimes I wonder if
you’d written your love down for me on paper…
Would we have the same handwriting?
Would we spell it the same?
Loop our “L’s” into infinity symbols?
Would your words bleed into mine?
When I first met you love was as foreign as the Black Sea.
It was kept in a junk drawer of emotions to describe things as tedious and minuscule as make-up or favorite foods.
It didn’t capture moments the same way it did after meeting you.
It didn’t have me tripping over sentences or blushing over compliments I never wanted in the first place.
Would we have the same handwriting?
Would we spell it the same?
Loop our “L’s” into infinity symbols?
Would your words bleed into mine?
When I first met you love was as foreign as the Black Sea.
It was kept in a junk drawer of emotions to describe things as tedious and minuscule as make-up or favorite foods.
It didn’t capture moments the same way it did after meeting you.
It didn’t have me tripping over sentences or blushing over compliments I never wanted in the first place.
If you put your love
on paper, where would the sentences end?
Would it lead on into deep paragraphs or stagnate after only a few words.
I don’t know how your love looks on paper or where it would ever lead, but I know how I spell it.
I know where my love draws its lines and I know where it starts.
When I put my love on paper it’s more than just a line.
It’s more than syllables and sentences and punctuation.
My love is not a one night stand or a book you only read once.
If I put my love on paper, it would start today with me.
I’d still curl my “E’s” at the end and tiptoe around the words to follow.
Perhaps someday that word will be “you”…..or maybe it only once was.
But if you put your love on paper…
I guess then you’d have to admit…it was REAL.
Would it lead on into deep paragraphs or stagnate after only a few words.
I don’t know how your love looks on paper or where it would ever lead, but I know how I spell it.
I know where my love draws its lines and I know where it starts.
When I put my love on paper it’s more than just a line.
It’s more than syllables and sentences and punctuation.
My love is not a one night stand or a book you only read once.
If I put my love on paper, it would start today with me.
I’d still curl my “E’s” at the end and tiptoe around the words to follow.
Perhaps someday that word will be “you”…..or maybe it only once was.
But if you put your love on paper…
I guess then you’d have to admit…it was REAL.
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