I used to call my heart shaped box my heart,
Because it was filled
Now it's just a box again
Because it is empty just like before he came
His picture is fainting
I don't see him reflecting on the water anymore
All that's left of us is the fog,
An expanding memory…
His hypnotizing blue eyes still come to me in my dreams
His eyes remind me of the ocean
That huge stain of blue
And our love was like the ocean,
Deep…
YOU ARE READING
His ink.
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, actually my first poems. And I'm not saying that this is my first time writting poetry. I did lots of poems that my teachers asked me as the other students to do but when was my first time writting poems from the heart...
