buried by the dust from time
reading one by one again
feeling the mending
feeling so warm
letters from the past
they never recorded any happy ending
letters to remind myself not to be bitter,
to tell me i've failed, one two and three
regrets and parts of me given and broken
love letters where'smy happy ending?
letter boxes oh so full, once a heart
this heart of mine was like that too
try as i might, search as far as sight
maybe not tomorrow or the day after
love lost, love not found. here i am
writing a sad love song.
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