Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

41. Little Lover_Nick Broadhurst

Dear Best Friend,

There is no specific purpose of this letter

Neither I possess the slightest thought of what

I will write for/to You

But the night is young

And the knight has his pen out

The war with self will be fought till dawn

Till the chirping on my window of the Grosbeak

Will carry the sound of your voice

Calling out my name, calling me back to you

I have no idea which way leads you.

I wish I could come tonight to your room

wake you up at this hour

would have placed my palm on your mouth

so that your scream wouldn't wake the men of the house

who would love to feed me to your precious Ron

I can imagine your eyes popped out

with surprise, shock, and fear

you would only say a no

which will basically mean leave before

the storm awakens

but I would refuse to go

maybe that's why I wouldn't wake you up

I will sit close by play with your fingers

as if they are the keys of a piano

and look at your face

that has calmness at least once a day

I hope you dream something pretty

and smile in your sleep

I will be half happy

and half sad because

your eyes won't look at me

well, of course, because you are asleep

unless you are an owl.

I think I would just kiss you someday randomly out of the blue

not on your lips at that moment

cause you will hate me equally if I do without knowing we should

maybe, on your forehead

a slight peck

feel your cheeks with my hand that has no cologne of smoke

push back any hair that covers your face

and find my way out before you wake up.

I suddenly remembered how I had felt like our heartbeat was in sync when you had your eyes closed and had our foreheads close
I had no voice and no thought.

Sincerely,

The Guy who just copied your style waiting for you to write.