my papa is singing to me on the phone.
imagine if every word to every song was written on paper and sent thru bottles or attached to the ankles of small birds.
perhaps i should write every lyric and verse that way,
then it will be strewn across the sky, and scattered across seas.
it will be drawn by the waves to the shore to reach every broken heart or dry another tearing eye.
will it soften your heart?
maybe i should envelope my smiles, but will you keep them?
my papa has stopped singing.
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whoever you are
harbinger of such sweet words
you have reached me.
you have softened my heart, and sweetened my thoughts
like caramel in my toffee
and sugar cubes in my coffee
your enveloped smiles will not be kept
but ripped open each day
as i seal thousands of your parted, smiling lips
with my own sweet kisses.
I shall write you songs in multiple verses
and keep singing, until our wedding dance.
(cheek to cheek)
oh you remember :)
i can no longer use that song.
it was for someone else.
it would be cheating cause that song is attached to someone else.
so goodbye fred astaire.
goodbye to your top hat, to your modulated voice, and your dimpled singing.
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