In the drawer, behind my bed
Are pages I once nearly said
Folded slow with trembling hands
Ink that only I understand
I wrote your name a thousand times
But never crossed that fragile line
These are letters I never sent
Thoughts I kept, not meant to bend
Every “what if” and every “still”
Trapped between my pen and will
You never knew, you never read
But every night, they speak instead
Letters I
Never sent
You moved on, like seasons do
But paper holds what I went through
I pressed your voice into each page
But fear turned love into a cage
I sealed the words with silent glue
And never mailed a piece of truth
These are letters I never sent
Where I confessed, then I relented
Every truth I never spoke
Now lives in lines I never broke
You walked away, but I’m still here
With ink that hasn’t disappeared
Letters I
Never sent
Maybe one day, someone will find
My quiet heart between the lines
And know the love I couldn’t say
Still lingers softly in this way
These are letters I never sent
Not because they lacked intent
But sometimes love’s too loud to scream
So I just wrote you in a dream
You’ll never read the words I meant
But they were real —
Just never sent