I bid my goodbyes to the letters I've written to the people who never returned my feelings. I wrote letters and poems with my whole heart. However, I felt like my letters couldn't work to those hearts who were cold and bitter. Sadly, I felt my efforts wasted. But there's a light at the end of the tunnel, right? After years of not being appreciated, I finally wrote letters to people who truly appreciated me. I felt as if the heavens have been listening to my pleas, whims and daydreams. I hug my pen and paper as I cry in tears, overwhelmed by such things.
I know it's just letters, but they loved my letters as much as I love my letters. How I wish, there'll be someone who'd write me letters someday. How I wish there's someone like me in a different universe, writing letters using pen and paper. How I wish.
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Untold: Words Left Unsaid
PoetryA journey through life, healing, grief, heart aches and loss. This is a book that allows you to look back at life and realize that there's so much more than what meets the eye. Here lies the words you never had the chance to speak. This is Untold.
