I wrote
another letter
that you will never
have the chance to read
because of all the deceitful lines
you desperately wanted me to believe.
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
Unsent Letters.
I wrote
another letter
that you will never
have the chance to read
because of all the deceitful lines
you desperately wanted me to believe.
