I don't know how to write to you
I only know how to write to me to you.I re-read this letters to myself as often as I can.
Maybe, I'm stupid.Yes, the same way
this letter won't get to you.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoetryWe 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.
To you
I don't know how to write to you
I only know how to write to me to you.I re-read this letters to myself as often as I can.
Maybe, I'm stupid.Yes, the same way
this letter won't get to you.