I've gathered my seed and I've laid them a land that isn't mine hoping for the smallest sprout of love. But now I seee I was wrong because I have invested all of this time and effort to get nothing back.
It's very easy to want to be loved.
It's very easy to forget that you are so greatly loved that you take your heart and you place it in the wrong hands.
And it's too late to take it back.
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LETTERS TO MY LOVER
PoetryLove, if you ever read this I want you to know that I loved you and love you. Because love has different layers and faces and I will try to give you the best of whichever I want to hand over. My Lover can be the apple tree that makes me smile, him...
