i sat at my desk, quilled pens all around
looking up at my saddened countenance
in your mirror, i was just the girl next door
but i knew i was destined for more
you would write notes, signing them with your ink pen
“to my lovely julia, signed ben.”
i would hold them close to my chest
and how they reminded me of your scent
your cursive writing brought tears to my eyes
where you started every letter with dear love of my life
i kept all those notes from all those years ago
and how i still love them so
you would write notes, signing them with your ink pen
“to my lovely julia, signed ben.”
i would hold them close to my chest
and how they reminded me of your scent
i miss you and your ink pen
the letters don't come anymore
i have them resting on your urn
along with more from my lovely ben
you would write notes, signing them with your ink pen
“to my lovely julia, signed ben.”
i would hold them close to my chest
and how they reminded me of your scent