Once, I wrote a letter
Its contents echoed sounds from my heart,
Once, I sat in agony... & wrote a letter
I said that its contents were from the within the "depths of my heart"
I sat and I wrote,
and through the rain that covered the windows to my soul I put pen to paper,
I wrote a letter!
Courage.
I dipped in ink-scarlet,
Gave symbols life,
Sat as the moon rose and again as it disappeared to rest its head
fluid-red, dripping
Window wipers' motion nearing settling,
With every symbol now breathing,
My last breath was taken
Did he find the scarlet letter?
Did he find out the contents of my heart?
...
Now I'll never know,
The scarlet liquid purged out and with it I left this part
