She craved a kind of love that
doesn't die like stars.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Dreams and Scarred Pages
PoetryO my unknown friend, These pages hold my heart and soul, The emotions within, my story to unfold. My forgotten songs, once buried deep, Will resurface now, no longer asleep, In the season of pain, they were written, A poet's heart, young and smitten...
Kind of Love
She craved a kind of love that
doesn't die like stars.
