all the letters i haven't written just yet
are waiting on my fingertips,
just as i was waiting for you
when you disapear last christmas or,
was it on new years eve?
dear, what were you?
you were memories and
not even a goodbye,
just letters non written
and hopes,
waiting on my fingertips.
dear, what was i without you?
i was a new year aching from the past
but
i'm fighting back
as i write this
because,
something has to be done;
i won't call but,
i will write it down,
just to get it out of my fingertips
just to make my heart forget
just for the sanity of my mindset
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