Hold my breath and I’ll count to ten.
I’m the paper and you’re the pen.
You fill me in and you are permanent~
And you’ll leave me to dry.
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I’m the writer and she’s the muse…
And the one that you always choose.
She will falter and gift her blame.
And it’s starts all over again… again again again.~Sara Bareilles, “Bright Lights and Cityscapes”
🦋Beautiful