And now,
again,
I was left
to understand,
to take the blame,
and act fine,
strong,
with pride,
and smile
for I already
got used to it.
The pain?
Oh, dear,
I am now heartless,
it is not
anymore new.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
It Is Not Anymore New
And now,
again,
I was left
to understand,
to take the blame,
and act fine,
strong,
with pride,
and smile
for I already
got used to it.
The pain?
Oh, dear,
I am now heartless,
it is not
anymore new.
