"You've changed.." He says, his voice bringing memories of silent nights and broken hearts.
The smell in the air is of fire.
The burning smell of emotions, of soft melancholy, of flames and words unsaid.
His eyes are green. A green so cold, like his colorless heart.
Grass green like grapes so bittersweet.
Like the grass growing back on the top of black mountains after an era of frosting winter.
He is wine,
Slashing against the throat but makes you forget.
He was mine,
A sweet feeling I will never regret.
His words are gasoline.
His face is Adonis.
His heart is Pandora.
His words echo in my mind like the endless sky.
"You've changed.."
I pray that he can't hear the clinking of the shards of my heart.
"I've not changed. No.
You've stopped looking at me the way you did."
A/N: Mwah. 😻😻
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoesíaA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...
