It's this last letter,
I write my sentiments,
I just hope that I'm not late,
To cast and pour my regret,
A once-better curse, I hope to forget.
This is my last letter,
Forever inked and bent,
In words that carry intent,
Baked in choice, soaked in pain,
With each verse, a chance,
For this long rain to end.
Dear beloved, it took its course,
I hope this finds you well...
It took shape without force,
An ocean vast with thought,
A sincere reflection of emotion,
Was my goal, with each tear that flowed.
The tears insisted a continuation,
Not a pause, not prose alone.
The lines resisted the halt,
Trapped behind a cracked dam
A seal upon these feelings,
Now deep and strong.
It's this last letter,
I write my sentiments,
I just hope that I'm not late,
To cast and pour my regret,
A once-better curse,
I hope to forget.
This is my last letter,
Forever inked and bent,
In words that carry intent,
Baked in choice, soaked in pain,
With each verse, a chance,
For this long rain to end.
Dear beloved, it took its course,
I hope this finds you well...
It took shape without force,
An ocean vast with thought,
A sincere reflection of emotion,
Was my goal, with each tear that flowed.
The tears insisted a continuation,
Not a pause, not prose alone.
The lines resisted the halt,
Trapped behind a cracked dam
A seal upon these feelings,
Now strong and deep at last.
Dearest, former self
I hope this finds you well
I’ve learned a thing or two
From this weathered, carousel
It will not cease to spin
And knows of no reverse
You can count on ups and downs
In this ironic universe
Be forewarned, the paint will chip
The music will grow tired
Read my words aloud
Apply knowledge you acquire
Seating arrangements are subject to change
The ride shuffles when it sees fit
Alternating angles, perspective and friends
We almost never want, but need it
It will make a few stops along the way
Some exit and new will board
There’s time to mourn and it ends too soon
My apologies for being straight forward
I thought maybe if I could caution
I could suppress the initial shock
I can arm you with wisdom and truth
But no one can stop the clock
Happy Mother's Day, My Dear!
I hope this finds you well.
How you've increased my spirit's wealth,
No tongue on earth can tell.
I thought I'd write this little note,
To say how proud I am,
To say that you're a child of mine,
And that I think you're grand.
Now that you're a mother too,
You understand me more.
I think we see more eye to eye,
Than we did before.
You've grown into a fine young mom,
And I just want to say,
You make me proud, my darling girl,
Every single day.
Letter To a Fugitive
Hope this finds you well
And not in burning Hell:
Law is no man's enemy
Police knows no infamy,
It is a trusted Friend
By you till to the end...
of the tightening tether
on your neck's leather
until you stop on track
to inevitably payback!
If the letter gets to you,
Reply me will you do!
I'll find you by the smell
And, I'll get you I can tell!
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