The Poetry of Maybe (Ver. 3.0)
I spilled onto you
my saddest I love you;
and I wrote the ink
in the darkest shade
of black and blue.
I asked myself again,
"where do broken hearts really go?"
Maybe now, I know.
Maybe they
go underneath,
beyond,
and behind
every sad poetry.
Including
mine,
including me.
YOU ARE READING
Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
