The unsent love letter

Nostalgic, the subject these words entitle

Passionate adultery, The unveiling disposal

Illuminates serene motion

An instrumental soul sings till its bloom of corruptness

Causing malcontent behavior at love

A wretched wreathy solemn encrypts goodbyes in a single note of

Melody.

While a broken drenched hearts sleeps its peace to Death.

New founding's of love seem a penny worth being lost

At what cost of sanity will thought-provoking memories

Master their own trade of darkness and cruelty.

At what bravery will I Stand to Coward the whispering self-made villain

IN MY EAR.

I've danced along the tune that granted nothing but agony

I've seen stars tossed to the nearest fire of REDEMPTION

I've ripened my own labor of rotten fruits

I've counted days of grieve but lasted a few that came with peace.

This unsent love letter still has a breathing ink from the flesh of my soul

It seems as an open diary for those who oppose the casualty of love

THEY ARE ABLE TO CONFIDE IN.