In every letter there is a beginning and an end
so when my time comes could my words still shine in your heart and eyes?
Would the writer still be able to reach their readers?
Would every word in every letter lose its meaning
A completed shirt torn at its seams
Unfixable in everyone's' eyes?
It's my love that compels me to write
Nothing in the world belongs to me
But these words for you in which I write through countless nights
These words belong to me, and joyfully I share for you to see
In every letter there is a beginning and an end
It is selfish to ask the world if I could never end
When the time comes would you still shine?
Me, the writer forever stuck in every inked word
Then there is you my summer to my everlasting winter
To my dearest, I write for you today as I always have
A time of thought has brought me great gratitude
The memories we created and the smiles we shared
I just wanted to say I l-
There is an end in the letters even in the ones that never arrived.
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Author:
SpiderLotus (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In every word the writer stays. In which I hope this poem will stay in your minds. Though I cannot say that I expect as such. Thank you for your time reading this in an ideal world I can only hope it has paused and made you think. Time is fleeting and so are we.
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This is full of generalisations.Because of that I couldn't find any meaning.But hey maybe you need to actually write a letter instead of talking about it just sayin
Well not every letter is perfect wouldn't you agree? There is a reason why it's unsent. Thank you for your time 🙂
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