I love you?
- Emma B. Spears
- Jul 29
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 25
I can write a hundred little sonnets about you
but those three little words will never leave my lips
I love you
Would be like ripping up every poem
Line by line
Tear by tear
I’d rather write until my hands bled
Than admit it
So I bleed out on the pages of our love affair
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