There's a letter on my desk
Unsent to her
Love was not enough
A black cat yawns in my bed
A wolf huffs in sorrow at the door
His pale blue gaze
Weeps over the endless ink of my wasted words
The letter stares back at me
My pen resting next to it
Words never spoken
Hurts never uttered
The letter of broken chains
And maybe, shattered hearts
She no longer needs me
Loves me but I loved her
It was not enough
There's a letter on my desk
Never sent to her
But the flames might get it
YOU ARE READING
Empty Shadows
PoetryA book of pointless poems for broken hearts and lonely souls, but it is not going to change anything. Words for all the people I can't speak to with those things hidden in my shadow.
