Letters

Tear stained handwritten letters, left unsent

Gone

Words fluttered in my mind like butterflies,
Till I plucked them like ripe apples
To write you a love poem.
I looked back, my heart beating like a drum,
Only to find that you were already gone,
Without even a goodbye
You left me here, with nothing
But peppered memories and salty tears.

Words

Meticulously messing with words
As if teasing knots out of hair.
I’m sick of this,
Sick, of fabricating words out of air.

I think I finally know
How and what I want to write,
I was lost in the dark
But I’m on my way to the light