I keep writing
Making notes, lists
On thin fragile paper
That sometimes my tears cannot take.
I'm writing letters,
And poems, but hardly poems,
That won't reach anyone
That won't reach you.
One day they might.
My letters, lists,
My poems and fragile papers
Just might reach you.
And you'll find my tears
Wrapped gently by those crisp,
Thin papers
Some may be treasures.
But sadly, mostly tears
YOU ARE READING
Lunchbox
PoetryLunchbox, a collection of poetry. (!!!May contain sensitive topics!!!) I really like to express myself through poetry, it's a good way to cope and I enjoy doing it in my spare time, even if I'm not very good at it. These may seem a little too em...
