These love notes.
Do I write in vein.?
The letters addresed to you.
Will you open them.?
No one can hear my silent pain.
The one that cries a violent cry each day.
Cant you hear it.?
This old tired heart cries out for you.
My silent pain, my silent love.
These internal tears hold the truth.
They reflect my inner bieng, My silent pain.
I only find more trouble to come my way.
Why must the shadows hold much of my confusion.
Is there another.?
Have you come across one who you desire.?
Does he love you the way I do.?
This is jelousy and ...