This is a scribbled letter I never sent
A tenderness I left unsaid,
I adore the day I fell for you
I remember all our moments we spent
Every kiss we stole in the night
Every embrace we took while we could,
When I held you like it was the end of days
Every piece of you fitting me
The most profound of passions discovered
In the eyes of one another,
All the while knowing our love was hopeless,
Why can't I hold you the way I want to?
Why can't I kiss you in front of the whole world
So every soul knows the words of my heart?
Why must dreams always reach too far to be so?
Can I not shout my love from the rooftops?
I wish it with all my heart
From the day of our last kiss
I have died a little still wishing it,
While the world still pulls us apart
I dream still of the hopeless coming true.
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