Thousand letters I wrote an sent.
Million words put on paper with tears dripping down my face..
Trillion ink of pen dropped on this papers, jotting you poems of laceration and that of lamentation.

It's been years of jotting these endless songs of agony.
How I long you'd read and feel this apathy that Is within me.
Are you so busy that you fail to open a single letter I sent?
Are you in a world of affection
that makes you so blind to see that I'm drowning deep in affliction?

May I jot these very last words I carry in this heart of mine.
Jot the very painful story that is within me.
Bury the very pieces of my heart that carried so much adulation for you,
That is now crying tears of agony and put it down to the grave of love that I've carry for these years..

May I be an author,
To jot to narrate these saddened love story.
Its more like I'm carrying an image of these nightmares while I'm failing to get the picture of you not being here with me..

Know its the very last tear I'll drop on these papers,
Its the last drop of spear so called SWORD
It's the last emotion I'd put on paper for you to read.
Its my last voice -for I am sending along the key to unlock my heart free for loving you..

Untie the bind that tied us together,
Break the chain we once betrothed to keep.
I kept it long enough to know you are no longer mine....
Love letters I wrote and sent
None of them you read - perhaps you read but never responded..