"Old sad tales"
on your hand are the rusty keys
with this stories
all out from your old vault
from the dark
here they shine glittering golden
dreaming on clouds above
reading letters expressing love
i may ask questions
but never will i doubt you
in all the ways you do
to lend an ear here
tickles my senses
you are well heard
let your tears aid
and wash away your bleeding heart
i cannot promise any light of tomorrow
so, when it is dark
remember how moon had its light
borrowed from the sun
for now,
lay here quietly on my arms
on the clouds, breathe free
tell me where you want to be
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryA tear that couldn't drop from the eyes, A sound of a beating heart that couldn't speak. It was the messages that never reached anyone, nor entered someone's mind. 'Tis the letters they rest, in a book of poetry.
