A letter full of shattered fragment:
Telling of the past I've suffered,
Telling of the hate and cruelty,
Now it's hidden between carefree papers.
Folded note,
Full of tears.
I've gotten over it but,
It's in my fears.
Salty liquid, spilling in vain:
Wishing to be like steel,
So the twister can't pull me apart,
And I'll be strong.
Folded note,
Full of tears.
I've gotten over it but,
It's in my fears.
Shaky hands, shaky brain:
Crammed with heart,
As my mind roamed free,
Scibbled cursive jotted down.
Folded note,
Full of tears.
I've gotten over it but,
It's in my fears.