::: Pinky Swear :::

I can't take credit for this piece. My tears left these words on my pillow. Breathe! Breathe! Life goes on. But that's faint to realism on account of the rewinds of this old song and the promise we made each other August 7 th 2005. I love you forever. We pinky sweared. Remember?

We lay on that closet floor crying our unified tears of separation while I remembered the greatest piece I ever wrote; a piece for you. "I lay some sugar on your right shoulder to match your left. As if symmetry is perfect. As if you are not." Like similes do you justice. but words can't die so I figured I'd write. My memoirs might stutter your name but the recipient will know, I love you forever. I pinky swear.

I can't take credit for this piece. I'm citing the constellations. Breathe! Breathe! Life goes on. But that's faint to realism on account of the rewinds of this old song and the promise we made each other October 10 th 2005. I love you forever. We pinky sweared. Remember?

You would've thought romance never had a home the way it found us. I had to pretend I hated picnics for as long as I've known you to pull this off. Who would expect you, me and a grassy knoll. With the bubbles in our fancy champagne recalling the greatest piece I ever wrote; a piece for you. "If the wind were to expose every inch of every rose, the fragrance found within would be unfit to scent your skin. Simply put.you're simply perfect." As if limericks do you justice. but words can't die so I figured I'd write. My biography may never mention your name, but my historian will know, I love you forever. I pinky swear.

I can't take credit for this piece. My heart tapped these words out. Breathe! Breathe! Life goes on. But that's faint to realism on account of the rewinds of this old song and the promise we made each other July 29 th 2006. I love you forever. We pinky sweared. Remember?

Crying always hurts more when I open my eyes and see you crying too. And as you know I breathe for you so I guess hyperventilation is unfair. Sitting in this cluttered room is so poetic the way my mind is jumbled. Jumbled.Jumbled.Oh yeah! But if that's what you need to be happy, then, I guess we're not together anymore. And amidst the tessellation of our lips a dream bought to memory the greatest piece I ever wrote; a piece for you. "A beauty that could only be found if the angels made their bed in the clouds, lay their heads on the universe and made love to the sounds of God's orchestra." If only a comparison could do you justice. But words can't die so I figured I'd write. My scratches from this pen may have omitted your name, but anyone who's seen me smile will know. I love you forever. I pinky swear.

Written by: Algie

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