"I don't get it," I say as I look away from his piercing blue eyes.
"Get what?" He asks barely above a whisper.
"Why I can't stop thinking about you."
"Maybe it's fate?" He says sounding hopeful.
"Maybe , but fate has never been in my favor."
"Maybe now it is."
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
