He asks me
To write some lines
Of love for him to read
For the pocket in his jacket
I smile
And grab paper
But when I hold the pen
I'm at a loss
To write some lines
Of love for him to read
For the pocket in his jacket
I smile
And grab paper
But when I hold the pen
I'm at a loss
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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