In the quiet of the night, I write,
Thoughts flowing, ink on paper,
Each word a fragment of my heart,
Unseen, unread, forever in the dark.

The moon whispers secrets to my soul,
Guiding my hand with gentle grace,
Crafting sentences from dreams untold,
In a language only we embrace.

Pages fill with silent cries,
Of love, of pain, of hopes and fears,
A story woven in the shadows,
Where no one sees the falling tears.

For you, these words remain unknown,
A letter never meant to send,
Yet still, I write in endless night,
In hopes that one day, they might mend.