Bleeding Love

I wanted to write you a letter, my love,
To tell you of how I’ve longed to see you.
This yearning is a lot deeper than I would want.

I wanted to write you a letter, my love,
To take you back to our past,
When our legs would cast shadows
On the gardens of our moonlit hunger.

I wanted to write you a letter, my love,
That you couldn’t read without crying,
The tears from your beautiful eyes will burn,
Leaving you pure and hot.

I wanted to write you a letter, my love,
But alas, you cannot read,
And I cannot write.


Hillary I. Essien is a blooming young lady who struggles to get a law degree during the day and creates while the world sleeps. She loves poetry that makes her believe in things.

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