Told tales with your truthful tongue.
But what your mind held was only the opposite.
You closed your pairs as she walked away. And remained behind with a broken heart instead.
Little did you know of her capability
Of stealing one's only heart
Inside their chest.
Till she ran away with yours.
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
