I must have read too many much of romantic novels...
To even portray you as the type to hold me tight all night,
To ring me unnecessary calls every passing hour just to hear my voice over the line,
To steal a moment and glare at me for a while to tell me I'm the most beauteous woman alive,
To tell me you love me more than a countless of times...
While all in reality,
You were pretty much of a perfect liar for those imperfect pink lips...
You made me a joke for a serious guy...
You believed everything they whispered in your ears...
For the love you claimed you had, you showed less...
Played me more than the guitar you used to play me in the lounge...
Your feelings were never real.
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
