Love Letter Poem by Saint Cynosure

My soul it stains this white of page,
my tears ink this love letter.
Ive always heard to write it down,
somehow it makes things better.
Broken of my want for life,
by lose of love despaired.
Senseless true to carry on,
since you no longer care.
Fearful of tomorrows breaths,
I wish to pass tonight.
Why did all I want go wrong,
for once it felt so right.
No words it seems could bring a change,
my change of words no better.
My soul it stains this white of page,
my tears ink this love letter.