Her thoughts are her treasured feelings
words that run deep-rooted through her soul, which she can never say out loud.

So she wrote letters for him

He said;
”**** all the letters you gave me.”
it felt like a bullet slowly struck through her chest
then suddenly went deeply fast into her beating heart

How painful it is,
no one will ever know.
How dumb of him
to think that her letters, her cherished thoughts of him rather, were *******.

She doesn't always share her feelings
especially not with someone whom she dedicates her thoughts into
but when she does,
regret is what she always gets back in return.