Teary eyes and muddy shoes ,
she walks through the long lost wood .
Brokenhearted and defeated ,
she mourns over the love that greeted.
For she felt pain ,
not by a blade or blood stain .
But pain from the heart ,
of being driven apart .
YOU ARE READING
My weird book of poems...
PoetryJust a book of poems I write...Don't judge , I am not a master in this field but I like doing it soo....I'm doing it . Requests are always welcomed and helpful if you ask me . Enjoy !
