love letters Unsent
because for you? they’re not meant.
though written in this language inspired by you.
this place discovered, with your hand, as it led me to.
but further, we were not to tread.
and some of these words, are not to be read.
thankyou's, are to be sent instead
Thank-you
for opening this door, I could not find,
illuminating what lay behind
i to be seeing with eyes for the first time
that had not, and did not, see
what had been within my capacity
with shackles shook free.
this rusty heart begun to speak
within the flow of my ink
as paper below allowed words to sink,
but to send..was not on the agenda
you cannot hear what I shout
as past fears on ears pound
it’s not meant for you and me
not to be truly or deeply,
was it not the reason fate had written?
our stars were those, that would simply, find each other,
to find ourselves.
