Hello dear contact in the contact book
I have named you Steve
And as I've just found out...
You're 23
So given the fact
That you might stalk me
Or track me down
And attack me
I will erase
That conversation
I'll say goodbye
Then oblige and listen
So dear contact in the contact book,
It was cool knowing you
This sucks that we cant talk
Though its probably good
Bye now, Steve,
And your mysterious self
Please don't be a serial killer
Or come to my house
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...