Where did my luvr go?
Over the moon,
Did he jump and go?
Like the river,
Did he follow his own flow?
Where did he go?
Is he my luvr or my foe?
Seems to be one or the other,
His mood decides if he goes.
Where did my luvr go?
Did you see him past?
Oh, you've never met my last
Lover...
So he could disappear and no body,
Would ever notice him pass by.
Except me...
Where did he go?
I guess that's what you get.
When you love undercover.
Your luvr can leave like leaves blowing under.
With nobody to spot him.
And your heart left to recover.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
