Love Letter

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When there are no words left.

And in the end

at the tip of a pen

I could not comprehend

what I tried to mend

after all this time

with no reason

no rhyme

that in the end 

at the tip of your pen

you could not lend

a word nor friend.

 

And in the end

after all this time

there was no sentence

there was no crime.

 

But still…

 

In the end

at the tip of a pen

I try to mend what you cannot comprehend,

that I should crave 

what you won’t lend

and let it be

that in the end 

at the tip of my pen 

the page will mend 

and the blank space will end,

 

our loveless love story finally penned.

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