For fifteen months I wrote fifteen letters
With countless reasons we should know each other better
But I never read you line of them
It was all in my mind, our love
Now I leave you behind for good
What was the point of it
I’m not too sure
But I enjoyed admiring you from afar
I’m pretty sure it helped to grow my heart
So I’ll be wishing you the best
And that the best is yet to come
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
For fifteen months I wrote fifteen letters
With countless reasons we should know each other better
But I never read you line of them
It was all in my mind, our love
Now I leave you behind for good
What was the point of it
I’m not too sure
But I enjoyed admiring you from afar
I’m pretty sure it helped to grow my heart
So I’ll be wishing you the best
And that the best is yet to come