Love Letter


The night is dark inside
I reach inside my depths
Searching, hoping for a light
In my heart I find a quill
I can't use a pen to fight
But the darkness says be still
And write

I'm scrawling, drawling in the dark
My hands prepare to fall apart
I can't stop thinking of what's to come
I thought that what was done was gone

So I write

Scribbling, dribbling unread words
Making sounds no one's ever heard
I know I'll use the quill to fight
Because in my darkest heart it became my light

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