I must have,
been the words in her rough draft,
she’s elegant, with so much class,
she loves me for me
that’s a tough task,
we escape with our pens
thanks to a bad past,
saw me as a gift
even with the bad wrap,
it’s hard to grasp
my heart can have that last laugh,
here I am
witnessing the clay form,
molding into perfection
the umbrella to my brainstorm,
love her past forever
you couldn’t count the days,
share everlasting
Angels can’t calculate,
as I say this now today,
the world came and went,
I’ll cherish what we have
remember when our pens met?

5th Day.









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