To the neighbors
Who stay up late,
Who blast the radio
Night and day:
I miss you
So much.
Last weekend I
Was all alone
By an open night window,
But no music was on;
So where have you-
Gone?
Dear neighbors
Who stay up late
And play the radio's
Country serenade,
Please come back;
I miss you
So much.
YOU ARE READING
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...
