I practiced to write
But lost her beauty and shine
The pen gave me words
To buy a mistress charms
But she is gone.........
Far beyond the skies
I pray my words find space
To occupy in her heart
Maybe she is where she is supposed to be
And I'm here writing what needs to rhyme
My pen gave me ink
To buy a mistress with words
But she is gone!
Far far beyond the clouds
Writing for my gentle soul was to rhyme
but my heart felt pain before it ever loved
Noble was my deeds
Evil death stole my rose without paying a dime
I drink to pain in misery
Words! Find her in this artistry
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A Heart That Ever Cried
PoetryA Heart That Ever Cried knows pain, knows love, knows loss, and knows how to reconcile his emotions. Above all, that heart knows how to inspire through such reality. This is only the beginning of something new and critically informative about the bl...
