i wrote you a letter <br />but burned it out of fear <br />scared to let my emotions for you into the light of day <br />afraid you'll laugh at me <br />and think that i'm a fool <br />but really i'd rather just have sent it <br />so no matter what happens in this life <br />you'll have known how i felt and feel <br />but now you're gone <br />laying next to him in his big brass bed <br />safe from the cold <br />why i sit alone, thinking of ways to pass my time <br />without thinking of you for even a second <br />but i can't, so i go crazy <br />and i write words that dont make sense to anyone but me <br />and others who lost their hearts along the side of lovers lane <br />where all thats left is remnants of better times <br />and promises that built a symphony of pure love <br />a symphony of a world with no pain, no fear <br />just a road from where we are to where we want to be <br />but now i just sit alone, thinking of you <br />i should have sent that letter...<br /><br />Chris Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-notes/
