She met someone.
The storm in her eyes had vanished,
They no longer looked famished.
Her long hair smelled of peppermint,
This someone had left an imprint.
Her heart,
Sown back together...
Wether it was a good thing or not.
Ready to have it broken again,
Maybe it was real.
She hoped it was.
She paused...
To think, how could she love again...
She shook it off and kept looking into
Your eyes.
-JB
YOU ARE READING
Sweet and sour feelings
PoetryThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
