This is about a suffering friendship and being forgotten by someone you love.
Letters
The letter, the letter I addressed to you
It lies unopened; unread within the stack of other letters,
letters from only the people that are worth to you
in which my soul does not belong
on the paper under your eyes
But we, but our friendship-
or what friendship?!-
it suffered for a year and more
did you ever, ever care?
did you even once consider of my life?
my death?
The letter, the letter you wrote me;
the only letter you wrote of me
lies beside my cold feet
I drop the match; the flame to extinguish my cold
and melt away my infection
ignite! ignite!
burn! burn!
ashes! oh, to ashes!
Ashes of when I thought that you even cared
you only cared for a brief moment;
the moment in which you so gingerly clutched
my letter for you in your hands, in your hands
you opened the envelope so tenderly,
you were so, oh so careful not to cut your fingers
on the edges of the white paper
But you did cut those fingers of your's
your blood dripped onto the letter,
seeping through the ink of my claims
You then stemmed your bleeding,
and you glanced over my words
however, you could not distinguish much,
you could not distinguish much at all
for your blood; your pain; your fear
had drownded out my 'forever' inked words
Wrote me back, you returned the 'favor'!
once the message was sent,
you burned my letter;
my words; my writing; my confession;
your blood; your fear
you inflamed it all
the words, they melted in their ink
the passion, the passion remains of nothing but ashes;
ashes of my plea that you so carelessly returned.
Why are some people so heartless! :( I think it's all the tv and movies people watch. corrupting their ability to feel! :) Another wonderful run of words, that take me from writen work into world of images full of emotion! Great Job letting your passions flow!
Why are some people so heartless! :( I think it's all the tv and movies people watch. corrupting their ability to feel! :) Another wonderful run of words, that take me from writen work into world of images full of emotion! Great Job letting your passions flow!
I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..