In the dim glow of candlelight,
I unfold love letters sent to my heart.
Red bold and bright wax seals adorn each one.
A gentle touch, a seal of fate.
But beneath the beauty, there's a trace of unease.
For the person who gave them to me, I bear no love.
Their words may not touch my soul, but their eyes do hold
A darkness that brings me discomfort every hour.
The wax seals, they symbolize a connection,
Yet in their presence, I feel no warmth or elation.
Their presence reminds me of the pain and hurt,
Of feeling less than, of feeling used and rough.
The love letters may be filled with kind words and promises,
But they lack sincerity, they lack true remorse.
They are a mask, a facade, a way to deceive,
A hollow shell, filled with deceit and impurity.
The wax seals, they glimmer and shine,
But they have trapped me in a web of fear and grime.
They have become a symbol, a reminder of my sorrow,
A reminder of the pain and loneliness, forevermore.
So, I harbor these love letters, their wax seals still attached,
But they hold no meaning, they hold no redress.
For the person behind those letters, they are not worth my love,
They may have given me their letters, but they have stolen my pure.
In the shadows, I bid farewell to these love letters,
Their wax seals forever silent, their love forever lost.
Only in their absence, I can truly find peace,
Only if I had left, can I truly become free.
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⋆⌗𝒯𝑜 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 ⌗⋆Ⓟⓞⓔⓜⓢ⋆⌗
PoetryDedication to all the souls who got lost along the way...