There are stories to tell
Memories to share
And this loneliness to deal with.
Let me start with a story
That begins with
'I love you.'
The rest of the stories
I believe you are imagining
Right now.
When you are done
You can request for the hardcopy.
And I'll gladly read it with you.
Between the lines
And to the end of the lines,
You would read this words to me,
'I love you too.'
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesiaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
