If I write it down this time
I hope you get a chance to read it.
The words are lost to my lips
And I can’t sum it into one line.
My life would be six feet underground,
My soul would be the devil’s toy,
If I had never met you
My heart wouldn’t make a sound.
YOU ARE READING
To Write On My Heart
PoésieA 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...
