#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that floats,
But the letters sometimes misbehave.
I keep these as memories,
Whenever I read them,
I see little fairies,
Floating and flying around me,
At that moment I need you,
But you aren't around or free,
So there's no chance I would see
you or get a glance of you,
Every...