It's not another love story
Or even a story about love
It's archaic and it's trivial
And it's not what we're dreaming of.
It's not about a boy
It's not about a girl
But rather one about a broken heart
On the deceptions the world.
It's way too sad to be involved
It's envious and it's mean
It's way too short to matter
On page one fifty-one to one fifty-three
The story is just that
Another stupid story
It's not fiction in a library
And it's not last in the sea
It's frail and it's broken
It's faith and it's hate
It's beauty and it's ugly
And it always works as bait.
It's full and it's empty
It's classic and it's new
It's lonely and it needs to be alone
And it's only about you.
YOU ARE READING
To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
