Dead Letters

Love lost from the ink of your pen to the paper. Your tears come showering down like the November rain, and your only thought is hope that he will write back. He doesnt answer your calls as you cry out his name over and over. Wishing he would answer you. Filled with pain and hurt you pick up a pen, grab paper, and an envelope. Lost inwords to cry too shaking in fear. You find the wrods deep in your heart and write them down with blood shot eyes that barely see. Put a stamp on it and tell it good-bye. Water marked with my broken tears. He saw your letter it is left for dead. The only call you got was the one hearing they found your unread letter. He left you a blood soaked letter. You fall to your knees and overdose in pain. Now both letters left unread remained buried and dead