Picture by: Casandra Krammer Design
Iwill keep it forever.
That letter I never wrote.
These lines would speak of our house at the seaside. A place where broken souls heal, where children are playing in the garden. Where flowers of dandelion break through the roads and where daisies bloom in white spots on the meadows.
The letter I never wrote – may it has no end. Because catching the glimpse of a feeling would mean more than using a thousand words – each one of them muted entirely. I would tell our story in rhimes and paintings. You as my wife and I as your strong seaman. I'd let my lines paint the most beautiful clothes for you. And I'd hand you everything I own as a gift. I will keep it forever. Even if you are not willing to read it – still I would expect an answear to those lines never reaching you. I'd be loving those children of yours – even today – yet knowing they're my nephews. As I'm no adventurer, I can only speak of airships and castles above the clouds. They would be fearlessly asleep, within the knowledge of living in a better world.
The letter I never wrote – Surely a pleasure to you. Made of recycled paper to protect the environment you cherish so much. It would offer all of the promises you deserve. It would set your love on fire, those feelings you gave to another. I'd be that bird creating a home made of pure love within your heart. I'd build a boat out of the oak growing in our garden that carries you to shoreas far abroad – and when the time for the storm comes, let me be your savior to lead you to safer seas.
The letter I never wrote – I will keep it deep inside of me. Even if I'm not Goethe, I'd still whisper the most beautiful poems, no matter the shape or the color, until they drive you tears whilst you are lying in my arms. A home made of carts I'd build – for you to gamble on so I can be the joker for each game you play on.
That letter I never wrote.
These lines would speak of our house at the seaside. A place where broken souls heal, where children are playing in the garden. Where flowers of dandelion break through the roads and where daisies bloom in white spots on the meadows.
The letter I never wrote – may it has no end. Because catching the glimpse of a feeling would mean more than using a thousand words – each one of them muted entirely. I would tell our story in rhimes and paintings. You as my wife and I as your strong seaman. I'd let my lines paint the most beautiful clothes for you. And I'd hand you everything I own as a gift. I will keep it forever. Even if you are not willing to read it – still I would expect an answear to those lines never reaching you. I'd be loving those children of yours – even today – yet knowing they're my nephews. As I'm no adventurer, I can only speak of airships and castles above the clouds. They would be fearlessly asleep, within the knowledge of living in a better world.
The letter I never wrote – Surely a pleasure to you. Made of recycled paper to protect the environment you cherish so much. It would offer all of the promises you deserve. It would set your love on fire, those feelings you gave to another. I'd be that bird creating a home made of pure love within your heart. I'd build a boat out of the oak growing in our garden that carries you to shoreas far abroad – and when the time for the storm comes, let me be your savior to lead you to safer seas.
The letter I never wrote – I will keep it deep inside of me. Even if I'm not Goethe, I'd still whisper the most beautiful poems, no matter the shape or the color, until they drive you tears whilst you are lying in my arms. A home made of carts I'd build – for you to gamble on so I can be the joker for each game you play on.
My letter is a neverending song living within the soul that makes you
dance until the morning sun, so that you could watch the sun rise above
the ocean and fall asleep on a bed of grass – grown from seeds of mine.
The letter I never wrote – here it comes to an end. Where there's a life dying there are the most important words left unspoken.
XOXOX
Cassy
The letter I never wrote – here it comes to an end. Where there's a life dying there are the most important words left unspoken.
XOXOX
Cassy
