Drunken letters
Escaped her mailbox
Like ruffled feathers
And saturated at her feet
As if it was flurry weather

What we use to be is
No longer there
So I've written down my wrongs
To try and make it fair
And my everyday thoughts of her
As well as what we use to call love
Is what I am willing to share
Even though my tactics are rare
It is what's going to strip me
Of my insecurities
And leave me bare

God I hope
I wish
I pray
That she reads my drunken letters

I see my letters like flares
Gaining height in the dark
Hopefully they are bright enough
To get me somewhere close
From a far to her heart

They contain vast descriptions
Of her beauty
The way she carries herself
And how she moves me
How calm and sweet her voice is
And how she soothes me
How much I miss her glare
And  how my mind fools me
That no one can compare


I hope she gets my drunken letters
And see me as a troubled soul trying to do better
She's changed like the seasons
And my mind just won't let her
Because if there was a way to measure
The love I have for her
I'm sure it would be in all of my letters

God I hope
I wish
I pray
That she reads my drunken letters.