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He got a story
Barely a chapter
He was a mere dependent factor
Something that was made purely to conjour laughter
Just another poem in thousands of rewrites
Crumpled in torn and tossed pages
That wouldn't be enough to fill anyone's wages
A memory of one coincidental night
The only thing attractive about him was his height
But for you?
Oh God for you I wrote a book
I narrated every detail of how your looks
And shy glances
Over your shoulder
Glazed over my skin like summer rain
How it subdued me and numbed away all the pain
But it didn't stop there, I got bolder
From quick peeks to
Holding hands
A love that would withstand
Sneaking out to see me in the middle of the night
When my parents had a fight
Tiny exchanges of affection; my lethal injection
You were my illustration of addiction
My final work of art
Such a prepossessing picture
And I hope
When it's seen
It'll be read
just like it's scripture
© notfortress
Barely a chapter
He was a mere dependent factor
Something that was made purely to conjour laughter
Just another poem in thousands of rewrites
Crumpled in torn and tossed pages
That wouldn't be enough to fill anyone's wages
A memory of one coincidental night
The only thing attractive about him was his height
But for you?
Oh God for you I wrote a book
I narrated every detail of how your looks
And shy glances
Over your shoulder
Glazed over my skin like summer rain
How it subdued me and numbed away all the pain
But it didn't stop there, I got bolder
From quick peeks to
Holding hands
A love that would withstand
Sneaking out to see me in the middle of the night
When my parents had a fight
Tiny exchanges of affection; my lethal injection
You were my illustration of addiction
My final work of art
Such a prepossessing picture
And I hope
When it's seen
It'll be read
just like it's scripture
© notfortress
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