truths

i could quote to you,

Warhol. Capote. Shakespeare, too.

but those words would only prove to be half true. for what i'm about to say to you isn't quoted it's from my soul - i'm pretty sure you've known it all along. pen to paper i concoct itsy bitsy sentences. they make the paper smile but ultimately, worth your wild. my pen oozes honesty and if you could keep those words forever more i could gladly fall off this world with such easy glow because i would know my truths and words were exactly where they belonged.