She wrote her love a letter
One he never read
To make her heart feel better
Keep from crying in her bed
But he never saw the letter
The secrets in her head
But indeed she wrote that letter
And this is what it said
"This may come as a shock to you
What I'm about to say
Because I know you never knew
The way I feel today
My heart's already missing you
And you're not even gone
And when in time, you finally do,
I'll see you not for very long
I cry, and yet make not a sound
My heart is torn inside
Where fear and sadness are abound
When will this pain subside?
I long to simply tell you now
The way my soul is aching
But can't, and now ask only, how
To keep my heart from breaking."
This is her precious letter
The one she never sent
He'll never know her any better
Or what she really meant
She loved him more than he can see
And so, he never knew
How grieved her heart has come to be
What now is she to do?
It's not too late, he's not gone yet
Just pass the letter to him
He's walking now, she moves, and yet
He's gone. She never knew him














Comments
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Beauty is as Beauty does; hold your head high, you are beautiful. Art Of Rain...
If my dearest Chaos is King, then that indeed Makes Queen of me, for thus the King is mine.
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When the toast is burned, and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is wavin' farewell
When the Big One finds you, may this song remind you that they don't serve breakfast in Hell.
Newsboys "Breakfast"
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Beauty is as Beauty does; hold your head high, you are beautiful. Art Of Rain...
If my dearest Chaos is King, then that indeed Makes Queen of me, for thus the King is mine.
--
When the toast is burned, and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is wavin' farewell
When the Big One finds you, may this song remind you that they don't serve breakfast in Hell.
Newsboys "Breakfast"
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Beauty is as Beauty does; hold your head high, you are beautiful. Art Of Rain...
If my dearest Chaos is King, then that indeed Makes Queen of me, for thus the King is mine.
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where I am now lurking, eating cookies [link]
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When the toast is burned, and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is wavin' farewell
When the Big One finds you, may this song remind you that they don't serve breakfast in Hell.
Newsboys "Breakfast"
--
When the toast is burned, and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is wavin' farewell
When the Big One finds you, may this song remind you that they don't serve breakfast in Hell.
Newsboys "Breakfast"
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