Dear X,
The mornings we met, the nights we left.
The afternoons we were free, as my love was jailed.
And your heart was the key, but to someone else's.
Another story failed.
Love, Y
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Unsent Letters
Poetry(#2 IN POETRY FOR 4 DAYS / TOP 10 FOR 114 DAYS) Just a collection of unsent letters/notes to loved ones. Written based on true events. X can be anyone, Y is always me. These poems are also one-shots. One of my most personal works ever, for all piece...
Letter 4
Dear X,
The mornings we met, the nights we left.
The afternoons we were free, as my love was jailed.
And your heart was the key, but to someone else's.
Another story failed.
Love, Y
