A room without your voice.

What a terrible sound.

We all make msitaeks,
but you were never
one of them.

© Letters From Alex

Green

The color of forests
and the color of your eyes.
The color I’m so brave
and so afraid to get lost in.
The only color I love
and hate at the same time.

© Letters From Alex

The only way
I can describe
the way you left
is like,
throwing a ball
for a dog,
just for it
to return to
nobody there.

© Letters From Alex

Your heart
is a living
piece of art.

Don’t kill it
if someone can’t
understand it.

© Letters From Alex

Who you fall
in love with
isn’t a choice
but the way
you love them is.

© Letters From Alex

If we lived
in a world
with no
mirrors,
I would look
at the
reflection
in your eyes
to see
what you see
in me.

© Letters From Alex

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