You speak what's on my mind.
You tell the world the things that I cannot utter using the right words.
You expanded the thoughts where mine's in a sentence.
You just, we... we are really alike, I think. Or this is the thing you told me that I did for you? Is this what you got from me?
I am curious but I will not ask.
YOU ARE READING
Letters I'll Never Send
Non-Fictionthere will always be thoughts that will remain unsaid; thoughts that will be published here instead.
