Those short letters
Sort of promises
A part of my heart
A piece of my soul
Little by little
I give it to you
You turn it to dust
As my everything
To you, means nothing
The air that keeps me breathe
Is the thing you never saw
As hurt as I am
This will never be the last
Never ending feelings
Never ending poems
Wishing for the next time
My heart, my soul
My whole...
Those letters,
Those promises...
It will not be for you.
