Ironic

I Left A Letter Under Your Pillow Tonight

Hoping That It Will Tell You How I Really Feel

Understand My Words Could Never Say

Truer Feelings, My Breath

Has Become To Short To Last.

So They Flowed From My Hands To Carve

Letters In The Paper

That Will Mean More To Me

The Second You Hear Them.

Until Ink Spilled And Stained

These Things I Wrote

Leaving Little Unending Patterns

Melting Together And Twisting Into Night

Smoldering These Chips Of Paper

My Heart Had Hammered Out

To Leave These Thoughts For You To See

The Traces Of A Love That Might Have Been.