Its like course bride.
I'm still the other woman.
Only his heart belonged to her first ... Or belongs ...
Does he still love her?
A girl who died I his arms?
Or does he truly love me?
A girl who's here?
Maybe that's why he's so close ... But so far ...
He's afraid ...
Or, Im his toy.
April ... That month be damned ...
November ... That month disappear ...
December ... That month never exist ...
Does he still love a box of bones or does he love a bag?
I could never be her ... She took him ...
Took the man I love ... Man I need ... Man I'd die for ... Man who'd I'd choose over my father ...
Who am I kidding ... He was never mine ...
Never was and never will ...
I'm just pulling a movie in front of my eyes.
A never ending love story ...
A happy ending ...
I'll never see ...
YOU ARE READING
The Stories of My Heart
Non-FictionIn this book is a series of different poems put into one. These are " The Stories of My Heart"
