A small crumpled letter
I found under my dresser
It kept a secret
Written in scarlet letters
So many letters
Mirrors the words were
The same all over again
And as I knelt
With my hand pressed to my head
I realized
It was the truth you never said.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 25
A small crumpled letter
I found under my dresser
It kept a secret
Written in scarlet letters
So many letters
Mirrors the words were
The same all over again
And as I knelt
With my hand pressed to my head
I realized
It was the truth you never said.