Everyday you wrote a letter,
As if you had nothing better.
Once done, you placed it in a box,
It was brown with several locks.
One day you stopped.
Everyone was quite shocked,
When you took your box and gave it to me.
You said you were leaving soon,
And that leaving the box would allow you to be free.
You left with the sun and the moon.
We found the keys to the box later,
Inside the plastic Gator.
When I opened the box to read the letters,
I almost wish I could've done better.
(May 25, 2017)
YOU ARE READING
Lost Verses
Poetry[It seemed unfair to just delete these] Lines to a story that never quite reached my tongue. (These poems are all mine. Please don't steal, cause that's rude af and you'd probs see me in hell for that, like you could just ask bro, no need to steal.)
