Poetry: Undelivered

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April 18, 2016 by Tiffany A. Robbins


My heart poured out to you, because I was feeling blue. And now because you hurt, the words are no longer true.

How can I send it when I no longer mean it? And the words, they fall down with no home to call their own.

Likely they’ll be forgotten long before they’re rotten. None will remember but the paper on which they’re rendered.

They’ll go in a box full of memories and loss. One day, I’ll pull them out and remember what they were all about.

In the mean time, they sit with no one to forget. They were never read, and so, will always be dead.

They were never remembered because they were never delivered.


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