This is just a letter that was never meant

To be read by you but remain entombed

A letter doomed to loneliness never to be sent

Entombed within the desk up in my room

A way to fill the emptiness deep within my soul

To stop this longing I find has me entwined

Where once was my heart there’s now just a hole

Entwined with your love but left unsigned

A love never to flower or bring forth seed

To die an infant so young and unexplored

Never to feel the sun or taste the rain it needs

Unexplored by me for now and evermore

Tis such a shame to watch it die in such agony

As it tilts it’s lovely head towards the ground

Knowing that it’s really only a reflection of me

Knowing in some way I’ve let it down

Who do you blame when something so lovely is dead

And how do you know in death it will remain

But one day yet it may raise it’s lovely head

To feast upon the sunshine and the rain