Love Letter to The Written Word

keeping my whereabouts private
deep down I don’t want to be found
living in a place called paradise
among angels disguised as demons
my only friends all these years

keeping me alive
keeping me humble

the ones I thought
would be my demise
turned out to be
my salvation somehow

so many things I’d like to say
so many things lost in translation

a love letter to the written word
shipped discreetly to their door
but there’s no need to send letters
to memories that still live within
this place in my heart called paradise


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