'How much do you love me?' he asks.
I just stare at him, and laugh.
I don't know the answer to that.
Well, do you?
Then count the stars for me.
Tell me how many times you blink in a day.
What would it mean to a caged bird to fly free?
Just how much do pirates crave for the sea?
Tell me why I die and live, all at the same time,
every moment you kiss me.
When you know the answers
please inform me, will you?
Because honey,
that's just how much I do.
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A/N:
We just do. That much. <3
-M
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
