I wrote you a handsome letter
With roses and light
But to deliver that letter or bury it in spite?
What horror could it unravel
Your heart already turned to ash
Don't you dare come near me
Your words just burning past
When all just screams nostalgia
Your living quarters do
The shoes, the woods, the blossoms
Yes, even mountains too
I'm here just standing, waiting.
I'd wait a year or two
For words so ever transparent
Mean nothing to your brood
So take this moment precious
Digest these words at all
Don't dare you stare and beckon
When all your words don't even call
This pain is for the lovers
Who forget they've over-splurged.
So buried in my pocket is this letter sealed to you
To deliver it would burden more than help the soul it proves.
If ever again I see you
My heart within your hands
I'll unbury every letter
To smell all of the roses and feel dark light again.