In the intricate web of love's discourse,
Where eyes shimmer with starlight's force,
And smiles sculpt a scene divine,
Of joy and love in flawless line.
Yet in my story, a profound cleft,
No butterflies, just shadows bereft,
A blade's sharp edge, a vacant ache,
In a tale of heartbreak and mistake.
If our hearts dance to different tunes,
If love for me fades like distant moons,
Lead me now, in liberation's plea,
From a love that was never meant to be.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoetryWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
