Dear Mr. X
The next day,
I woke up early.
Excited to go,
to have a glimpse of you.
I run downstair
calling my mother.
I reached the living room.
I entered,
I freezed there,
standing
Am I hallucinating?
You are there sitting
What are you doing in our home at the early of the morning?
Ms. Y
YOU ARE READING
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
PoetryLETTER OF A BROKEN HEART! "I love you even you hate me but please don't hate me for loving you." From: Ms. Y
