All my letters go unanswered,
Apparently they get lost on mail.
Tons and tons of paper wasted,
Bottles of ink got spilled.
It isn't the same anymore,
This isn't how it once was.
I wish I could care less,
But I just can't do you that favour.
I just feel like going insane.
The one letter you answered,
I've got it framed:
'Come to my place,
meet me at midnight'
It isn't the same anymore,
Will it ever be how it once was?
I wish for us like the moon wishes for the sun,
But you just don't.
When I saw you again,
Everything just disappeared,
All unanswered letters,
All that wasted ink.
You hold me,
I love you.
May we never part again.
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Idk I don't like this one as much. I feel like this is clumsily worded.
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Poetry
PoetryEvery since I learned how to express myself using stylistic devices (?) I've been writing poetry, and some my poems I publish here. Some might be better, some might be worse, but each of them carries a piece of my mind.
