never sent to you

The Lonely Author

intrappolata

never sent to you

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Does the beauty of a poem
Slowly fade with time
If it never has been read
Will the dried ink evaporate
Like the dreams of a lover
Who could never be with you

Would your sensuous mouth
Be less enticing
If I never kissed your lips
My lips are unloved petals
On a wilting flower
Desperate to share a breath with you

Would the desert appear less arid
If you quenched
My urgent thirst for you
Then perhaps, my letters of love
Won’t lose their romance
If they are never sent to you

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