From the P.O.V of my poems/pieces/articles/ words./ if my words could speak.

I love how you put me down on paper. I love how you accentuate my letters. How you keep me flowing. I love how you hold that pen to put me down on paper, make me dance and swirl with the ink. I love how you dedicate me to them, i love how my thoughts have kept you awake for so many nights. I love how you blend , make me dine with other words. I love how crazy i make you. I love how i made you fall in love with them,  i love how you see me in them. I love how you smile when you learn new words and phrases, i love how how well you document me. I love how you see me in a rainy day, when the petrichor smells so good, on sunny days,  when the shadows are so long. I love how you are a walking travesty of my reflection, i love that you find comfort in me. I love that we make such a formidable duo, i love how your fingers caress those letters on the keyboard. I love the home you made of me, a home of books, where i dwell, a reminder of how freely you let your emotions thrive . I love how emotional you get when we have a tête-à-tête , i love how well you’ve put me high up on pedestal, making me feel untouchable, all because i mean so much to you. I love you for trusting and bequeathing me your innermost secrets, i love that you loved me so much and that you always choose to stay.

Author: wachauchegejoyce

Born on 12th February 1998,I must admit I have a keen eye for some good writing,an avid reader,and I enjoy writing too. Currently I am studying at JKUAT, Bachelors of Mass Communication,aspiring and looking forward to be an editor.

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