A Letter To Licorice Lips

A complaint

Dear Licorice Lips,

To begin with, accept my greetings. I hope you are doing well. I am doing fine by the grace of the dark spell that you casted on me. It is a matter of sorrow that you don't write to me though you have completely written off my heart.

Well, first of all bound to say that you are a very lousy tenant. You have been residing in my heart for eternity but not once have you paid the rent. Not only that, you have wasted the lawn by growing creepers of your smile. You have occasionally raked the land with your eyes but you have never sowed a single seed. I personally wish it could end there but sadly, it doesn't. For the past few years, you have broken down all the walls and no matter how many times I built them back, you managed to blow them up with your dynamite-laughter. There's a strict curfew but need I say how many times you have come and left without notice? You partied all night, the loud music of your voice and the enticing bat of your eyelashes disturbed me beyond description. Your touch have done irreparable damage to me property. And just three months ago, your passion set fire to the whole house and burnt it to the ground. But recently, you have done the unforgivable. Somehow, you hacked into my system. Then you stole my heart. At present, it belongs with you wherever you are. I found out it was missing and reported to the local isolation and despair.

No more today. It you're guilty of your crime then you shall come back at once. Oh, you have to! Because when you stole my heart, I kidnapped your one. I'm holding it hostage.

Love,
Your Landlord.