Dearest

I wrote you a letter today,
a letter without any words,
a blank piece of paper,
all lines, so blank,
But, so full of my emotion,
I have soaked the parchment in tears,
Singed it with all my anger,
Ruined it with all my sadness,

I hand it to you, my expressed emotion,
Through my hands: so void of thought,
This is my passage to you:
My written consent, with invisible depth,
in my hands out stretched:
for you to read,

In your hands, it screams it's anger,
In your hands, it weeps its sorrow,
In your hands, it contours my enraged emotion,
no matter your ignorance,
no matter your speech,
my letter of my void emotion,
will bleed through your soul,

you will feel my unwritten words,
oh yes. you will.

Author notes

I am not so good with prose (as you'll see, I almost never write this way)... The only kind of poems that I write that don't really rhyme are haiku, and some times I even rhyme those.

So I'm not really sure what to think of this one.