I write to you in midnight dreams
Where nothing's ever what it seems
My pen runs dry, but I still write
With eyes half-closed, deep in the night
No postage stamp, no paper worn
Just wishes sent before the morn
Sleepwalking letters you won't read
A quiet cry, a silent need
Each word a shadow of the past
A message lost, but meant to last
Slipped between these tangled lines
My heart confesses, then it hides
Unsent and slow, but full of fire
Letters burned in lost desire