I wrote my letters to you and i wrote then with black ink its quite sad,
I wrote my letters to you and i wrote them in bold so that you could capitalize on my luck of discretion and finally assess the situation arriving to an obvious conclusion that i needed you back, see
Without you my heart was bleeding and i wish i had written my letters with blood,
The paper wet and brown from the salty tears that fell off from my eyes as i cried for you, see i felt pain and rage but with the pen i had to stay gentle,
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Without you my heart was bleeding and i wish i had written my letters with blood, The paper wet and brown from the salty tears that fell off from my eyes as i cried for you, You are the author of my happiness...... forgetting.....? ? love is a mystery....... it should remain always a mystery.. tha nkyou dear poet. tony