i wrote one a letter,
had words and worlds,
a gigantic universe,
i had my thoughts on it,
thoughts different feelings,
worlds different perspectives,
love turned desperation,
desperation to betrayal,
betrayal to distance,
distance to death.
death unlikely nonbreathing,
deadly silence between syllables,
syllables became unspoken,
words to one,
and single became none.
an old letter for someone,
kept it so long, until yesterday,
i burned it down 'til forever.
YOU ARE READING
Wandering Through Poetry
PoetryPoetry because the essence of our life depends on it. note: these are actually the poems i accumulated for the past 3 years.
