Letters to No One

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Your crooked smile
pulls at my heart one more time
in a burst of light
and I remember your voice,
your words falling like the sky
upon my open heart.

So I call to my pen
the words in my hand
poured out onto paper for you.
I go carefully,
creeping through consonants and vowels,
sneaking through syllables –

for I must not give myself away.

This letter alone
feels like adultery, I confess,
as losing myself in the curve of his arms
is disloyalty itself –
and I wonder sometimes:
What if you saw?

In the end, it is in his arms I sleep,
and in truth,
I am unfaithful only to myself;
however many words drip from my eyes
I know you will never read them –
I write letters to no one.




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I find this to be a lovely piece of writing. Its powerful yet subtle.
Made me feel like there was a more hidden meaning behind it for some reason. I think its really strong and well structured and written and took real talent to do. :)
I know these are random points but i thought that it deserved feedback from the energy it gave.
...The Emptiness Will Haunt You...




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I love it so much I don't want to nitpick it =p
Milestiba uzvar visu, Milestiba ir upuris.




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hmm this was different. <3 i loved it but the rhyming was off and on so that was strange. like, i think you should pick, am i going to rhyme this or not? and pick which instead of weaving in and out.

Your crooked smilepulls at my heart one more timein a burst of lightand I remember your voice,your words falling like the skyupon my open heart.So I call to my penthe words in my handpoured out onto paper for you.I go carefully,creeping through consonants and vowels,sneaking through syllables –

this was my favorite part: the beginning!

good job! i really liked it! keep it upp

best wishes, Nessa



Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
— George Santayana