He curved her heart to stone lacking knowledge of doing so.
When he abandoned her,her heart recognized no love, no hate and no passion.
He does to her what the winter does to the trees,strips he bare,hallow and unadorned.
And introspective of all her implorations he left.
But with you its different.
Her smile is wider.
And her eyes brighter.
YOU ARE READING
Broken hearts club
PoetryTears,the way the eyes speak when the mouth fails. Poetry,the way the heart speaks to avoid judgment from others. Pen and paper,accepts the writing whole heartedly with no judgment.
