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Robert Williams 4/12/2018
I wrote her a letter
using every letter in the alphabet
including all vows,nouns, and verbs
promising her my body,spirit,and mind
till my gloomy cold demise
fishing for sweet nothings so many tears
so many tears
I cried...
Love is like using all the ink in a pen
but still I write
evening comes
upon night falls I sit
by a lonely window seeking the mailman
hoping out my chair when its morning again
peeking outside hoping my letter is in his hand
I wrote her a letter of gratitude annoying when we agrue
cause agrue turn to are you okay
with me how bout us can we settle
like I still tried
laughing...sorry I laugh
I know its silly but I laid in the same bed for years
do you really I mean really know a woman warmth
felt it so deep in the pit of hell and still you bring her water to drink
do you! know that everyday you spend with her
is the last day you spend with her in the present day
tell me have you felt thaat despair knowing
what takes her will be the cold not the warmth of summer
but the cold cold peaks of winter
so yes I wrote her a letter
today...
Cause this records
the essence in every penmanship sway
cursing letters like I want you to come back home
to live in romance,joy,love, and beauty
to experience the happiness a child feels on Christmas day
walking in to hug your parents good night knowing they wont be alive the next day
love my muse is a satisfaction unbruised
by society rules
by steeping out under that rock to kiss that frog princess
so today I wrote this last letter I'll write her today
and the letters I used are unconditional I know
the letters I wrote
are
R.I.P

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