Pictures turned to ashes
Hearts turned to broken glasses
Tears turned to a thousand rain
Memories of unforgettable pain
Leaves falling in every tree
Tried to burn some memory
Smile fading, already crying
Heart pounding, I'm dying
I saw a light shinning
A man, my heart he was holding
The same heart I knew
Before the day I got broken by you
My heart was whole again
Without a scar of those pain
A new heart I have
I won't let anyone to break it up
YOU ARE READING
The Soul of Me
PoetryWhat a heart can't speak can be expressed through the point of your pen. This are my works and also my soul. My poems are the soul of me.
