Tragically Yours | ✓
- fifty four

Does this ever get old?

Do these letters ever get old?

To you, I mean.

Cause they don’t get old to me,

And I don’t know when they ever will,

If they ever will.

I guess I’ll have to give up someday.

Good thing for me though.

Someday is not today.

I wonder if you read these,

Have you read them?

Even just one?

Or do you just let them pile up,

On the corner of your desk,

Where you always put your trash.

Maybe these letters are trash,

At least to you.

Are they?

Can you tell me?

Pretty please?

If they’re not, do you read them?

I wish you’d reply,

Just one reply to make my day.

If you read this,

Then please,

Just reply.