I wonder if you still have the letter
my heart spilled onto it
pencil lines turned to bright red globs
I wonder if you still have the letter
or was it destroyed in a firery rage
ripped to shreds, that you tried to tape back
I wonder if you still have the letter
kiss marks and doodles
tear stains too
I wonder if you still have the letter.
my letter, to you.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Поэзияi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
