Rough Draft Love

This rough draft love needs some revision. The author isn't sure what comes next. Chapters often find themselves in the shredder called reality. Crumpled pages and bleeding ink; they mark the story of you and I. So imperfect, but still ours. This autobiographic love written only by my hand. The ink smudged by my clumsy touch and so hard to wash away. Tragic heroine, maybe someday you will find someone who will write a story with you. So keep writing, young author, for the end is yours to make.