Sunday 5 February 2017

7/1/2017

"Two writers fall in love with each other
Two writers fall in love with each other and a big bang happens.
Two writers fall in love with each other and next thing you know, there is a novel about how knees accidentally brushing under the table is just like volcanoes erupting.
Two writers fall in love with each other, and their finger entwining make prose, and books are written based on the silent glances that pass between them.
Two writers fall in love, and their heartbeats are immortalized in words more breathtaking than any music, they write about each others' eyes and all of a sudden sunsets can't even compare.
Two writers fall in love, he makes her a goddess among mortals, she writes to him like he's an alter and her words are a prayer.
Two writers fall in love, and they breathe poetry into each others' mouth when they kiss, making love is writing sonnets on each others' skin.
Two writers fall in love with each other and they're each others' muse, their fingertips drip poetry like there's no escape from their overflowing words.
Two writers fall out of love with each other.
Two writers fall out of love with each other and the world crumbles down.
Two writers fall out of love, and you know words leave worse bruises than fists.
Two writers fall out of love, and the words are spit out of their mouths like poison, like sharpened daggers, except that they hurt more.
They say that when a writer falls in love with you you can never die,
but two writers fall out of love with each other, and no one comes out alive."

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