Today I found the book of love-story

In which I used to imagine you and me

Covered with the dust of vivid memories

Old cover, torn pages yet felt like new

Still, I got excited about the ending

Even though I already knew

Turning the pages, I smiled, remembering

how I wished that story to come true

Suddenly something caught my eyes

Some folded papers and rose that has dried

Do you know what was written there?

They were some letters from me to you

Some letters I never sent so you never knew

From the day that we met, the day I fell in love

I knew I won't be able to stand in front of you

And confess the feelings I have

So I inked what I feel, turned them into words

Wrote everything that I once buried inside me

Hoping maybe one day you'll read them

and then we'll have our own story

Too naive, wasn't I?

I used to write you letters every day

Till I realised you'll never read them

Cause I'll never be able to send them

So I stopped writing them

How many times my mind told me

to burn them but I couldn't

Instead, I burned myself in misery and pain

I put them in this book with the rose

and kept them away from my sight

Still couldn't forget doesn't matter how hard I tried

But now I wonder what if I had sent them?

Would you've read or thrown them away?

What if I tell you everything I couldn't say?

Guess now it doesn't matter as it's too late

or maybe it was just my fate

Now things aren't like they were back then

the ink has faded, the rose has lost its scent

Days passed, things changed and people too

But the thing that still didn't change is

what I feel for you

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