Stepped out in the garden
Away from my comfort zone
Fell in love with a preachers son.
He was like no one I'd ever met
His eyes like radiant diamonds
That shone before the sun
The day he left for Boston
The day he left my heart
But he sent it back in pieces
Through letters of love and war
But the day he left for heaven
Was the day he broke it again
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Heart and Head(where it usually comes from)
PoesíaI'm mean. it's for random people. :) like me.
