Truth be told
A life is blank
No words are written.
No pictures are saved
No time is spent.
A world is blank
Only colors are seen
People walking the streets
But what are those of broken hearts
A heart is blank
No scars
No marks
No burns
No memories
No pain
No love.
She was blank.
Her heart had loved
Her world had rocked.
Her life was lived.
Words were written
Pictures were saved
And time was spent
Colors were ignored
People were with each other
And broken hearts were fixed
Scars were visible
Marks were made
Burns are healed
Memories were there
Pain was included
And Love...
Well love is what shaped her.
Love is her only profound weakness.
Love is the creation of her heart
With his
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PoetryA collection of poems each holds a little part of me and sometimes other people. So please feel free to comment. what you think then also don't be afraid to share this book with your friends.
