Each one of my letters

that remained tucked away,

never reached you,

only spoke of love's sway.

Now those letters are the past,

and I've never found

those words lost,

they're buried underground.

Nothing shifts in my heart,

I lacked the courage,

to send you everything I wrote,

your rejection was my scourge.

Each tear,

every one that I shed,

while I wrote them

is long gone instead,

you're nothing to me,

just a memory now,

faded and worn down.

The reason for all those phrases,

and why I always want to sing,

that I seek but never find,

perhaps this is just another tale

from your storytelling.

Nothing shifts in my heart,

I lacked the courage,

to send you everything I wrote,

your rejection was my scourge.

To me, losing you was a hard blow,

don't ever doubt that fact,

but I know I must fight

to forget you in each night.

Nothing shifts in my heart,

I lacked the courage,

to send you everything I wrote,

your rejection was my scourge.