Poor little heart
We carry it with us everyday,
To do the job it has no effort to handle,
To meet people it can barely stand.
We force it to act numb,
And it obeys like a broken wing that strives to survive for its' other half!
Poor little heart
It weighs us down,
But, yet still , it keeps going on.
- S I H A M I W R I T E S .
YOU ARE READING
She writes // Not So Secret Diary.
PoesíaList of poems ✨ People would think they're just separated letters and we collect them to form words and sentences,they have no idea that we bleed on papers to take out the pain out of our souls. - 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈. 🌻
