Those short letters
Sort of promises
A part of my heart
A piece of my soul
Little by little
I give it to youYou turn it to dust
As my everything
To you, means nothing
The air that keeps me breathe
Is the thing you never sawAs hurt as I am
This will never be the last
Never ending feelings
Never ending poemsWishing for the next time
My heart, my soul
My whole...Those letters,
Those promises...It will not be for you.