i've always craved for your words, your attention, your glance,
i don't really ask you for it directly,
or show you that there's a chance i do
but i always try to drop subtle hints
hoping you would recognize my
cries for love—
but in the end
you'd look away
and only spare me
a quarter of
what i hoped.
YOU ARE READING
letters never sent
Poezievintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.
