|love him most when he smells of metal
and has oil-stained hands….
i don’t write you love letters
’cause you’re not a reader
and even if they mean a lot to me
they may not mean the same to you
i try & use the language of love
you speak & enjoy
sometimes a foreign one..
and if my letters make it to your heart
and if you don’t return ’em to sender
it makes my day