put your hand in mine
our fingers intertwined
as we close our tired eyes
to rewind
and reminisce the times
when my love for you
wasn't put behind
barbed wire
and your name
laced all my rhymes.
please,
put your hand in mine
our fingers intertwined
just one last time?
— nada
YOU ARE READING
love letters you will never read
PoetryI have stopped waiting for a reply back from you. Because all my letters, all of them, never reach you. I write love letters with an addressee, an address, enveloped and stamped... but they never reach the postbox. I write love letters you will nev...
