Chartereuse

chartreuse Photograph by Boris Smokrovic on Unsplash furthermore, I sit my fingers catching purple stained from the ink of my quill pen furthermore, I observe as you work the room the manner in which you do & what is a wonderful face like yours doing in an unwound mind like mine? furthermore, I gaze my face improved tedious and clear the manner in which it forever is what's more, I talk so inconsistently I should not talk by any means & you don't tell me you love me however, you don't need to a sprinkle of orange overhead sets a fantastic air I follow over my material also, my pencil also, your skin also, I sit my fingers squeezed from catching & for what reason does the quiet sound unique when I'm with you? my brain shivers the sort of commotion that isn't commotion in any way & I can't rest & I dream in variety you are my #1 variety also, you sprinkle over the edges