A little bit of salt and a honey
A little bit of sweet and bitterness
A little bit of love and hate
A little bit of you and I.
As I fill the cup with your smile
As I fill the cup with your memories
As I fill the cup with your regrets
As I fill the cup with your promises.
I believe it is yet was real
I believe it is yet was forever
I believe it is yet was you
I believe it is yet was me.
You painted me with beginnings
Yet gives me a twisted ending,
The same phrases as you promise
Yet stabbed me with open wounded hopes.
You fixed me,
Yes!
Then left me....
broken!
YOU ARE READING
Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
