You made everything straight
until she came and you took the risk
now all you could give is broken
lines and curves.
I made something out of the lines
that you could give and the result just
slapped me with the truth that you
couldnt give enough lines because
you were busy making a shape for her.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
