Letter In The Draw

So I've finished a letter I’m never going to send.
Written a few hundred words forever unread,
Made intentions and promise still to be kept.
But left them all a story to be told yet.

Forever locked up in my special draw,
Sentences, paragraphs, a small world.
Words hidden away in my heart,
That were meant for yours.

But eternally my feelings can’t hide,
Emotions may linger, urges fall and rise;
Mountains may form while oceans collide.
The love too fake to simply let die;

So I’ll write until my thumb bleeds,
Until my hand bruises and my fingers seize.
I’ll write until the paper refuses to yield,
Even if it’s a letter I know you’ll never see.
Even after the ink runs dry.-
The letter in the draw is where my love will bide.