Dear Anonymous
I write to you with limits.
How do I speak of you so richly and royally when distance and time recognize us not?
You've set your territory high above
My pleads and eyes services.
You've grown thorns round about your tenderness.
Dear Anonymous
I weep in silence and in courage with consistency in my smile and foolishness to keep running back to you.
I wish to speak of you openly.
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.
