I burned all your clothes
That's a lie
I wish I did
I washed you from my pillows
but I still wear the shirts soaked in your smell
I have that wrinkled paper filled with our empty promises
I clutch it like it's my savior
I'm starting to realize that maybe we weren't destined to be
So this is my letter to you
The one you'll never get
The one I'll never send
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Author's Note: My love letter to you... the one I'll never send
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PoëzieI wrote all of these poems. They come from personal experience, what I've heard, or things that have struck me to write about. I don't have a set schedule for updating yet but to see early updates: Check out my IG @ rociiwrites All Rights Reserved C...