Pen and Paper

Come, taint my purity
I am the paper and you are my pen
I was born to be stab by you
Again and again and again..

Oh, let these gentle strokes of yours
Fill the gaps between my skin
And be addicted to what I have,
Making pain and pleasure a sin.

My love, you have the words
And I have the story
That are untold by men of doubt
Grief, mischief and worry.

Let your velvety ink stain my lips
With the hopes of falling out
Of the vastness of our night sky
And returning to tiny, indestructable bits.

Tore me to pieces and take my heart
For what use is a paper without her pen?
And if forgotten, will be tied no more
And will forever be shunted out the door.

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