a letter from you to me.

my head and my hands, fighting for custody of the pen. trying to write, what i don't say as often. i crawl through the creases of my fragile mind. gathering words from the folds of this brain of mine. a red stringed board appearing, the longer i think. mapping out the signs, seeing if we're interlinked. as i wish on shooting stars research venus signs or mars believe in angel numbers and tarot cards all to be right where you are. as a camera somehow captures, its hidden love for life. my heart is as triumphant, wanting to be somebody's wife. the pages of my muse, handwritten. binded. immortalized. as i plan the day to say them, looking directly into your eyes. a love so pure and innocent that white is all they'll see the moment we're both up there reciting letters from you to me.