Letters, I wrote for you,
Never meant to be read.
Thinking you hated me, my tears fell;
Thinking, to be noticed;
Path on which we walked together,
It was now sacred and lonely.
With you I meant the world
Without you I meant nothing;
I was running far away,
Leaving every piece of us behind.
Thinking, I worth no love;
Thinking, I hurted you enough;
I was too tired,
Losing every piece of us behind.
I knew I was full of flaws.
Thinking, it was my fault;
Thinking, I don't belong here;
I ran far away,
Lost and wondering
Weak and stubborn
For someone to love.
Marking the paper in black,
With the words I failed to tell.
Letters, I wrote for you,
Never meant to be read.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk In Love
Poetry-----------------♡ His hands sneaking his way around my waist, His heart caging my soul. He leaned closer to my ear, His breath sent shiver down my spine and goosebumps appeared on my bare skin under his manly touch. He whisper, "You're the most b...
