Walks were normally walks
But not when I'm with you.
With mere seconds we just met
Yet it feels as though hours
It's the way which you glare at me that creates shocks inside my body
It's too soon to feel in such a way,
So I yell inside my head to remind my heart of past tragedies.
People are distinguished,
So my heart convinces the mind.
Funny how angels always fall for demons
So was the devil once an angel.
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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...
