- پنجشنبه ۹ آذر ۰۲
- ۱۹:۳۶
I'm a letter unsent
Painted nicely with hearts
Your name blue, on the back
Wrappped in grey, ugly doubts
I'm a tiny casket
Half-open, half gone
If you open my lid, you see
A ten year old body inside
I'm your tea, gone cold
In a broken, flowery cup
You pick up the old china
You taste me, you stop
I'm the clock going fast
I'm the names you forgot
Your bitten color pencils
The good you say you're not
I'm the father that left
He didn't care, but I'm
the sadness that stuck around
Just to see you grow up
The call you never made and,
All the things you hide
I'm your true feelings
I am you, my heart
- دست به قلم
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