books with no tittles & no covers; Story of life has no beginning or end

We went for a while without seeing each other

You had your feet skating through the world

I and I had mine; high in the divine, ultimate concubine

So i picked up a pen, put it to paper 

And penned through the thoughts i had for you

Picked up all kinds of paper

The “I’m-thinking-of-you-so-i-thought-i’d-have-a-memory-of-you" paper

The back of the receipt-in the back of last weeks jeans-paper

And i wrote down what was on my mind

Fcuk that proof read and edit

My thoughts own their own credit

Onto paper reviled and mindspace debit

I want you to know what i feel when i fell how i feel

How I react and act when thoughts of you come intact

You should know i cant go by my day 

invasive thoughts of you deter me from my way

I poured out my soul,into the universe's control

And the very next day, as music and other penetrated my membrane

i wrote it down on the first piece of paper i found

Placed on the top of the pile 

And with binds as fierce as the river Nile

I bound the juvenile assortment of unedited consortment

Put photographs of stills that reimbursed the image of my minds pupil

Placed on your side of bed

Prayed that id never forget the magnitude of you

i swear this is true