Love letters are how she expresses herself. How she thinks She shows her love for you by keeping Every detail, from passed notes to poetry. She has a bucket and folders full of things Kept close to her Things she carries along in the beats of her heart. She will write about the ones whom she truly loved, The ones who caught her heart with an arrow Said Cupid sent them. She looks thorugh all these memories when feeling gloom And i a doubt of herself She reminds her well-being that That bucket is loves stuck in a box Reminds herself that she is of pure honesty and love. She cares so deeply Reminds herself that those letters she never sent out Are words beautifully played in a tune from her heartstrings. So when she writes be prepared Ready to know that what you are reading is a cry for help Off her emotions The dots and erased words were shredded up into A million pieces by her tears. Know that when she writes it's her cry. A lullaby that she sings with strings and feelings. Know that these love letters are more than Folded-up piece of paper This is how she loves How she cares shows her beauty from the inside. And when she sends them out, Her heart is given away in spread out Many shards scattered within them. She will lose herself. So why she cannot get rid simply of this box of memories? They are the pieces of her put gently into a paper That is why she will go through from time to time At her most emotional state Because that is how she finds herself again, And it's not that sheβs stashed away She carries it with her, To show the world that she is not afraid Of its outcomes that may stand in the way. She is bold and courageous Does not show a shed tear So when she delivers them out And know that itβs over Be prepared.
It's not my best work but a lot of deep meaning hidden between the lines of this story of sentimental value.