There was a woman who thrived upon power.
A woman who swore she would never cower.
But when the man she lived declared he loved her no more, she became weak.
She couldn't speak, weak at the knees and she could barely breathe.
All she did was grieve her lost love and she buried her heart under cement and promised herself she'd never love again.
And then, just when she thought she could write down her thoughts with paper and a pen.
She went insane.
Tired of playing the love game.
She decided to not chase the fame she'd dreamed for.
Because her heart was no more.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
