My heart bled
Along with the flowers that wilted
In a half-lit crescent moon
The fire waned, concealed in bruises
The rumbling earthquake diminishes
Replaced with beginnings to finish
Lost regrets of guarded paths
Vanish in milleseconds, faded in black
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoetryMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
