Maybe he loved writing poems
More than he loved her
Cause he wrote hundreds of poems for her
But not ones did he write with her on his mind
Cause he loved the pages holding his Love more than he wanted her to hold his heart
So she left and all he did was write
Poem after poem till he ran out of ink
YOU ARE READING
I am the chaos
Poetry~I'm the chaos, waves shattering, a natural disaster, destruction.~ This book isn't romantic. It shows what love is. It's complicated, indefinite, deadly but beautiful. Let me show you what I mean.
