What better things to write
than the classic way to start.
"Dear -"
What comes after would be a waste of time.
What comes before,
was a jumbled mess.
I tried so hard to compose
somewhat like a song.
The melody of your voice
singing at the top of your lungs
- tunelessly, faint.
but your voice nevertheless.
whereas indistinct,
YOURS, nevertheless.
You,
the last part, I'd rather leave blank
since you've uncovered
an indeterminate me.
Decisions are something that goes beyond
out of reach.
but what you ask you say
I answer not out of obligation,
rather, it was after all somewhat nice
somewhat special, perhaps.
I'm nearing the concusion,
a bit ore with words in circles.
For mere compliments you breathe
in my ears.
Touch, while a blush creeps like a vine
for that warmth of your hands
that lingers for some time.
the things somewhat sparks,
something that blooms inside my --.
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