It was a slow December winter night
that I happened upon this letter I've written.
Covered in dust just within my sight
I took it out of its shell with my eyes all ragged and beaten.
Torn from my memory, I wrote it several years ago
for the one I loved and have never forgotten.
Bits and bits of whispering words I couldn't forgo
that now I realized how strong I've gotten.
I remember how I used to cry
for my unrequited love was never accepted.
Now my love melted to a shell of dry
and the letter wrote words my heart had always kept.
I crumbled that letter and threw it in the bin;
the future I dreamt of was something never could have been.