A letter lay limp, lost and lonely
As swirls of loopy writing fade to paper,
Sweet words tangle together, always knowing
That in my mind the echo is a blur.
Fingers reach out and grasp for old memories
As I stumble across my heart's lost remedies.
As swirls of loopy writing fade to paper,
Sweet words tangle together, always knowing
That in my mind the echo is a blur.
Fingers reach out and grasp for old memories
As I stumble across my heart's lost remedies.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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