Nov 04, 2012 00:37
I strayed a bit from the actual line - but this really inspired me.
Yesterday I found your letters, in a small wooden box
I couldn't read them before - but suddenly that doesn't stop
me from tearing them open and scanning the pages
looking for love lines, and goodbyes, because those were always my favorite
Today I went over those letters - the ones you said I couldn't read
subsequently tore them apart and let the wind eat
all the troubles inside them, all those terrible things
in the messages hidden that you thought I'd never see
They were never about me - addressed 'return to sender'
because you never found her, the muse of those letters
and though you never let up, no it's not something you said
it was just that small box of messages that you said can't be read