To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern- The bed is wrapped near the River, Let my memories enter the Shore.Nevermore, I never felt, As if it mattered- Hesitation marks fill the Paper,I could not bear to write it-“I love you, I love you”. Past words are dead. Bring to life my Memories, And say goodbye to the Future-The past is my solace
This poem is about:
Me