The writer picked up his pen, “Been a long time, hasn’t it friend?”
” Sorry I’ve ignored you, things haven’t been the same, I just got so distracted by the world and all its games.”
“You’re sort of like a person, for of my thoughts you tell, but you can’t replace your cartridge, much less a word to spell.”
“Funny thing, you’ve never said a word, but in some odd way, you’ve always reassured, that you would always be there when
my thoughts became undressed, and that you’d say exactly what I wanted and still be different from the rest.
“You can’t foretell my future, still you wait so patiently, In hopes some searching eyes will cross some words to set them free.
” Though i never made you promises, that one day you’d be in lights, you know the ink is worthy, for there is love in all you
write.
“I am tying to spend more time with you, thoughts only stay so long, at times before I get to you, they’ve already come and
gone.”
“But I know if I am faithful, you always will oblige, together we’ll endeavor to fill those hungry eyes.”
“I’d love to pay you tribute, but you only are the means, with which to reach a dying world,
In love letters…….never seen……
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