My Umpteenth Letter

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The honesty about me as a thinker?
, I always get much thoughts
, I always create much assumptions
So so honest, that most of them are about you

Never thought I would be this dramatic?

There are much scenes that have been taking over mind
About you that would comethru and calling my name,
About a promise that you wouldn't leave no more

It's still you, and still with you
I'm feeling the heartbeat
I'm crawling for love


I guess the never ending letters to you are still going on
Sometimes by paper, and sometimes by screen

I guess I would need more time, when the deep heart told me that I must telling you
But I guess I would respond immediately if you choose to come 

I just visited our hour,
but you never showed up 
I just went back and forth,
but still couldn't see you

Other than a longing,
What I should called this?

This writing isn't a poem,
This writing is a letter to you
that I would send through the moments we ever had


You wouldn't reply this, I know
But still, just let me write
for something that could be about you, again.



                     - yourbear

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