Maybe it's better you don't call
For hearing your voice won't help this poor heart
But still I pray for you
And I still believe some day you will
Why even bother with sending a text
When responses from you are shooting stars
Rare and breathtaking
Painful to the touch as a wound freshly made
There's a storm brewing inside this soul
Each touch is lightning
Your voice is thunder
I feel it coming and I don't want it to stop
For you are the thing in life I need
YOU ARE READING
Letters to You
PoetryThere are times when words fail, when we can try to speak but nothing but empty air comes out of our mouths. Holding these words in is dangerous, deadly even, because they never reach the surface and end up boiling over. In some ways, there are reas...
