Unsent letters
My heart was young
flirtatious
all I could think about was you
farming my grandparents fields
sunkissed body
glistening bronze
a young girl's dream
those summer nights
I'd stay up writing letter after letter
telling you how I felt
wanting so much to ask you out,
but didn't have the courage
summer came to an end
so did my letter writing
when you vanished from view
if only I would have sent you my letters
maybe then
just maybe
you and me
we might have been something
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