Why is Daddy not here?. Are you crying?. Why?. Does he still love me?. Will you take care of me?. If you both love me so. Why don't you love each other?.
The hunted look, the haunted grace. The empty laugh that you cultivate. You fall into that false embrace. And kiss the air about her face. Who do you think you are?.
I write in hope by the time you get this letter. We may live to see a change for the better. Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives?. When the cold facts and figures all add up.
DON'T SEND ANY MONEY!. For fate has no price. Ignore at your peril this splendid advice. An invaluable link in an infinite chain. An offer like this will just not come again.
c/o St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive,. Parrametta, New South Wales. This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord. Nineteen hundred and thirty five.
My dear impulsive darling, I suspect my letter got to you too late. And it's really just a silly fragment of paper. But it means so much to those who wait.
You're a swine. And I'm saying that's an insult to the pig. In the foul furrow that you dig. Why don't you lay your head down. In that unconsecrated ground?.
Is anyone there I can talk to?. Give us a sign if you're with me. Can't you see that I'm dying to hear you?. . Everyone else has lost interest. And I'm all alone in this dream house.
I thought I'd write to Juliet, for she would understand. And when someone is already dead they can no longer let you down. Instead I find myself talking to you, as my oldest friend.
Thank you for the flowers. I threw them on the fire. And I burned the photographs that you had enclosed. God they were ugly children. So you're the little bastard of that brother of mine.
I don't know what I would do. If this letter should fall into. Other hands than it should pass through. For other eyes. . Related. . 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs.
I marvel at the wonder of it in our souless age. Fast flow the tears upon the page. Don't be alarmed, I am her friend. Will I be excused if I presume.
Don't cry. Oh honey, please, don't be that way. Clouds in the sky. Should never make you feel that way. . And the rain. Will bring the violets of May.
Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this,. I think that I've lived too long. With all of my promise unfulfilled. But there is a veil drawn over all of that.
Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs. In between the Princess' legs. What with wars and floods and beggars. Not to mention stocks and shares. Well, if you have a moment to spare.