With his eyes as green as the forest trees,
he had had secret hidden far beneath,
the only thing he allowed himself to relieve,
was the steady sound of his heartbeat.
As I walked into the forest in his eyes,
all I found was lies,
but I did not know that it was only a poor disguise,
to keep what's left of his broken heart alive.
- endless_styles
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Write For Me
PoetryThis book contains poems that I have written. I write what I feel in that moment, and so some may be better then others.
