Friday, January 18, 2019

Love letters

What do you think my poems are?
Documents of affairs undone,
Each poem is but, only a letter
My only love letter, to you.
If I could reverse engineer,
I would give up the offer
For I wouldn't live another life
If I am not in love with you.
My life, is but a failed love letter
Torn through the middle, surviving on edges,
Colourful once, now only in patches,
Going truly extinct, drifting into ashes.

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