Last Love Letter

Let this be the last love letter written but never sent, instead made to wait held for fear that it was not the strongest key to unlock your heart too frail; broken; to even start. the time that you called broken open, saying please you said 'i'm open, ready' the time that you wore your heart on your sleeve saying 'is there any room for me?' let this be the last love letter never sent let this be the last love letter received but never read. instead made to wait, for fear that the heart was too small to hold so instead it was folded into a book. then book onto shelf, shelf into box packed away with everything else until the years piled and grew heart held in sling slow and steady tired of remembering the time that you wore your heart on your sleeve saying 'is there any room for me?' let this be the last love letter never read dear you, this started as a letter that i wrote in the hopes soon things would get better but they did not. you said burn these tin foil wings cardboard crowns you said let them fall, burn the whole thing down, but leave me the soul because the soul knows how to sing the simplest songs to explain everything