writer’s note
Fall in love with me not,
For my heart is a fragile thing.
I’m not like the other writer’s you’ve known,
My love is a dangerous thing.
I’ll use you for my art,
For my words and my muse.
I’ll break your heart apart,
But I’ll give you a piece of my art.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
