My soul it stains this white of page, <br />my tears ink this love letter. <br />Ive always heard to write it down, <br />somehow it makes things better. <br />Broken of my want for life, <br />by lose of love despaired. <br />Senseless true to carry on, <br />since you no longer care. <br />Fearful of tomorrows breaths, <br />I wish to pass tonight. <br />Why did all I want go wrong, <br />for once it felt so right. <br />No words it seems could bring a change, <br />my change of words no better. <br />My soul it stains this white of page, <br />my tears ink this love letter.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-letter-57/
