Heaven only knows how heavy stones for a heart are.
The only thing you'd given me.
A painful kinda love,
And you stood right there.
The angels wept for me,
But I don't need pity, I need comfort.
Nobody had shown me how to love.
I just wanted someone to use the polished stones i have for a heart,
As skipping stones, give me some use.
You saw me cry and you just stood there.
Like a deer by headlights.
I assume you're waiting for me to give up.
You won't be waiting long.
Three dots... that's my story.
A continuation of what could've been,
But still an ending.
Three dots...
Like my expression the day i saw you,
Throw stones at me too...
And because I love you, I picked them all up.
And carried them with me.
Silently suffering for you.
For three dots, because that's all I knew.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
