Sta.sh
When they found his body
They were just too late.
On his chest he'd written
How he had chose this fate.
He wrote so many letters
Each ending in "I love you".
He'd right down every time
That what he wrote was true.
He wrote all these letters
To his secret someone,
But never did she get them
Because she'd always run.
In his last love letter
He said he found an end.
He would run away from her
So she would comprehend.
When they asked her about it
She then broke down in tears.
She knew all along that he had loved her
But she gave in to fickle fears.
She had wrote him letters
By love she was driven.
But letters can do nothing
If they're never given.
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i can see what u you meant by cliche
at some points the rhymes seem to constrain the a poem a little bit.
reminded me of forrest gump for a bit