Lyric

These are the letters I never sent

Words I wrote but never meant

To stay inside my trembling hands

Folded dreams you’d never understand

Still sealed with all the things I felt

But left alone upon the shelf

I’d start to write when nights grew long

Each line a whisper in a song

But every time, I’d hesitate

Afraid that love would show too late

So I’d tuck them in a drawer so deep

With secrets only I could keep

And hope somehow you’d feel the same

Without me ever saying your name

These are the letters I never sent

Words I wrote but never meant

To cross the space between our hearts

So close, yet always worlds apart

Still sealed with all the things I felt

But left alone upon the shelf

Some pages stained with midnight tears

Some blank, just holding silent years

One spoke of dreams we never chased

Another filled with love misplaced

If I could find the strength to speak

You’d know my soul, exposed and weak

But silence seemed the kinder friend

Than words that might have marked the end

These are the letters I never sent

Words I wrote but never meant

To reach the heart I hoped to find

But left unread, lost in my mind

Still sealed with all the things I felt

But left alone upon the shelf

Maybe one day you’ll find them there

And know how much I used to care

But if not, let them softly rest

As echoes of my best confessed

These are the letters I never sent

But they were real, every intent

Each sentence carved from love and fear

Still calling you from yesteryear

Unspoken truths I can’t forget

In letters marked with no regret