Tuesday

12.

Letter 1:

Dearest,

I wish I didn't have to
ask you to tell me that
I'm beautiful. I know
I'm not but at least lie
to me.

Lie to me sweetly.
Love me gently. 

Sincerely yours.


Letter 2:

Dear,

I went to the cemetery,
where the stone pillars
and lonely names were
the only eyes to see me 
cry.

Leaves are spilling over
man made boundaries,
and I'm starting to think:
Life never had it this hard
before.

Sincerely.

Letter 3:

       ,      


I'm waiting for you 
with every breath 
I take. 

.              

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Letters from the lonely heart.

My, what a downer..

(old.)

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