ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I spent days trying to write
the perfect letter for you.
I wrote and scratched out
words. I crumpled paper
until my floor started to think
it was a cotton field,
and I thought of inviting you
to come pick through it,
to see if you could find
the softness I was trying
to tell you about
but I was too afraid
your fingers would wear raw
on the bolls, that you would grow
tired of stooping
to pick up the things I'd grown
in my head
so I put an empty envelope
in your mailbox, and wrote
Love me, please,
on the outside,
instead.
the perfect letter for you.
I wrote and scratched out
words. I crumpled paper
until my floor started to think
it was a cotton field,
and I thought of inviting you
to come pick through it,
to see if you could find
the softness I was trying
to tell you about
but I was too afraid
your fingers would wear raw
on the bolls, that you would grow
tired of stooping
to pick up the things I'd grown
in my head
so I put an empty envelope
in your mailbox, and wrote
Love me, please,
on the outside,
instead.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
This poem and many more can be found on my website [link]
© 2013 - 2024 GabrielGadfly
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In