"I’m saving up love in the pages
of a pocketbook. I’m
sick of writing about it,
but I don’t know how..."
“I’m saving up love in the pages
of a pocketbook. I’m
sick of writing about it,
but I don’t know how to
talk about anything else;
I have so much to give.
More kisses than I know
what to do with, each of them
kept like pressed flowers
between the pages
of my notebooks.
I have so much heart,
I’m drowning in it.”
- LONELY POET TALKS OF LOVE (AGAIN) by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
of a pocketbook. I’m
sick of writing about it,
but I don’t know how to
talk about anything else;
I have so much to give.
More kisses than I know
what to do with, each of them
kept like pressed flowers
between the pages
of my notebooks.
I have so much heart,
I’m drowning in it.”
- LONELY POET TALKS OF LOVE (AGAIN) by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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