Hello Dear
How are you?
How's home?
....................
I'm sorry again
For another wasted sheet
Leaf and ink.
I'm sorry Bin,
More I suppose would come to you.
I'm sorry dear heart
I'm sorry you are broken.
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.
