By christina mendez
Date: 11 May 2000
the enelope
The envelope
A letter means alot but a poem is how I feel.
I'll put it in a envelope and that i will seal.
I'll mail it to an address unknown,
But the feelings i'll take them home.
some of thaose feeling are fake and some of them are real,
To open the envelope is a big deal.
You can't open something that has been sealed for so long.
But the envelope that has been sealed has been sealed on stong.
Then here comes the one that in my heart has grown.
by the envelope he grows and grows.
He's grown by the envelope with no key.
he's so close and I know he is the key.
I'm sure it's him and he'll soon learn you see.
But i'm still here waiting for him to come and open the envelope
thet hides within me.
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