The world flies by as I stand still.
People around me enjoying life,
and living their dreams.
I sit back and watch it all
flash before my eyes.
When nothing is going right,
and everything is going wrong,
I sit down and write these letters
I'd never send to you.
Sometimes I consider, wonder even,
if I'd ever have the guts
to send these all to you.
The rain outside my window
pounds against the glass.
My love for you growing,
with each and every splash.
The click of my pen, the rip of the paper,
I think and decide
how to form these thoughts.
I grab my pad real quick,
full of all the unspoken words.
I walk near the fire
and throw them in the pit.
The paper wrinkles and ashes,
like our old, lost love.
Our love is gone, it was all lust,
yet why do I miss it so much?

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