(Source: grrl-meat)
Dreams and red wine
I love writers,
I do, it’s true
Those who bleed soul
in ink
on page to see —
Black words to breathe,
To etch, to come,
To you, to love,
the way you have
with words
you’d have
with me.For you, my darling,
I’d ever take
Your writer’s block(s)
And build a billion
Castles in the clouds
If that’s what it took
To write the line
to make your words fine
to make you
mine.



