She couldn't write a poem about love,
Not because she couldn't feel it,
But because she couldn't find it.
How could she put into words
The emotions she never held?
How could her frozen heart melt?
She saw love wherever she went,
And still none came for her,
Why were all her efforts wrongly spent?
Was her heart born loveless?
Was it her problem or the world's,
That love hadn't found a home,
Or a little place inside her soul?
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|POEMS| The untold words...
Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
