"My heart was
lands of drought.
You passed by
One day,
And it was a heavenly garden.
You left,
And my sweet garden was burning to the ground.
It was set to flames.
It was burning,
Like my livid heart"
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
