I wait and wait
and scowl at the post man when he
passes postcards through the letter box
Using my pretend telekinesis
I tell him
"You're job is so important please don't go on strike,
i'm expecting a letter from a lover anyday now"
I don't get blue though
I knew from the duck pond
That our love is lazy
and letters can be kept forever
and ever
but the kisses are seconds long
and the heartbeats may only race
for another few years or so
and once our passion is old and gathering dust
I can use that pen you bought for me
The one with my name on.
"Megan- A discreet and reliable person"
To write you a million words
to describe how beauitful you
will always be
to me.
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September here has been like the summer... up until now as it's raining.
(This is my new favourite thing if you hadn't noticed)
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