i
laugh till the end and smile
through
the misspelled. I have
used
that in varieties; my tenderness
will
turn to grey scales soon and you
will
no longer hold me breathing
close.
if you believe our
love
than i believe our
love.
see how simple that
was;
i talked and you hushed
the
page. remember this always,
always
remember through the
forgery;
i was always your
rustic
librarian held high by my
vintage
wings.
