Words on paper,
from my heart,
through my finger tips,
mean so much to me.
True feelings,
I only feel for you.
In these love letters,
I pour everything out,
but each letter,
gets stacked among many others,
I never got the chance to send.
Each love letter,
has a dream,
and dream after dream,
sits on a shelf,
in my lonely dark room.
Maybe someday,
I will send these letters to you,
and my love letter dreams,
will come true.
~*~ Jill ~*~